MOM A WICKED SLUT, STEPMOM AN ANGEL

I didn't find out that I was born a bastard until I was nearly sixteen. I discovered that they conceived me before they married. Because mom was an underage teenager of sixteen, they had to wait until she was eighteen to marry so that dad wouldn't get arrested for statutory rape. Mom was pregnant for me at sixteen, and two years later, when she reached legal age, my dad did the honorable thing and married her.

He was twenty-three when they met, and she became pregnant. However, dad said that she lied to him about her age, claiming to be eighteen when he met her at a club. They named me Mark Johnson, after my dad, Mark, Sr.

Dad told me that even though mom lied about her age when he met her. Dad didn't care because he thought she was the most beautiful woman he would ever meet and knew that she had to be his wife.

Kathy was always the most gorgeous woman in the crowd, where ever we went. Men turned their heads to see her. She is five feet nine inches tall, with a figure that was and still is perhaps a little on the lean side for her height, but she is curvaceous. That was mostly due to her heavy regimen of exercise and swimming during their marriage. Mom's hair is dark brown and shines like the sun, which enhances the sparkle in her emerald green eyes. She has A more significant than average tits for her build. According to her bra, she is 34 'C' breast size and a tiny waist that sits on a curvy bubble butt. All of my friends have ribbed me about how hot mom was and still is today.

Sadly, my parent's marriage was a sham from the beginning. Mom used my father's mother, known to me as granny, to care for me. She claimed that this was so she could work. Ha, ha, her idea of work was serving food at a cafe on a part-time basis. Mom wasn't interested in higher education, so long as dad paid the bills. She was a waitress for breakfast and lunch working only until after the lunch rush was over about one in the afternoon. Then, she spent all afternoon whoring around with various old boyfriends from high school and men she met at the cafe where she worked. Mom earned a reputation in our neighborhood as the whore you had to keep away from your husband.

Dad worked twelve-hour days as a chemical engineer making great money, but at the cost of spending much less time with me. I loved my dad, and he would have liked more time with me, but he was the only breadwinner in the house. The time we did spent together was what I believed to be quality time. He taught me so much about science, especially chemistry.

Dad put up with my mother's despicable behavior for twelve years, before the day he came home early from work, catching her in his bed with two men, having full-blown three-way sex; that was all he could take. He filed for divorce post-haste based on infidelity. The big surprise to me was that she somehow convinced the judge to give her the house and custody of me, despite her awful behavior, trashy reputation, and evidence that my grand spent more time raising me than my mother ever had. At least dad was granted generous visitation rights.

Dad moved across the country to another office within his company, and six years later, he married a wonderful woman. She was only six years older than me. It was so wrong of me, but I knew I was in love with my stepmother when I first saw her.

Unfortunately, she was my stepmother. I spent my summers and most big holidays first with dad, and then after he remarried, I stayed with dad and Mona every year for the last ten years. I love my dad and stepmom. My time with them was the highlight of my year.

As I said, Mona was only six years older than me, and my dad at forty-five was a lot older than Mona. He was quite fit and very handsome so that I could understand his appeal to her. As for her attraction to him, let me see. She was only thirty years old, five-foot-ten to his six-foot-two, and she had a perfect body. It is the best that I have ever seen on a woman. Her breast in a small bikini appeared to be full 'C' cups, verging on D's, shaped like half grapefruits with large nipples pointing straight ahead. Mona had the tiniest waist that I think is possible and a bubble butt that would have perfectly fit my hands. Finishing the package was a gorgeous face, button nose, deep blue eyes, and straight honey-blond hair like corn silk. Seeing her in a tiny red bikini, I said to myself, "Mark, my boy, you are toast."

Now at twenty-four with a master's degree in chemical engineering and a minor in computer science, it was time for me to get on with my life. I had to decide if I wanted to be alone, or with the woman that I hated all of my life. Could she change somehow? Could she be changed???????

Unfortunately, mom made out like a bandit in the divorce, and since she never married, she still received alimony from dad, and until I was eighteen, she even got child support for me. It was a lot of money, thanks to dad's success in his work. He never complained about the cost.

They sent clothes and beautiful things to me that my stepmom Mona bought for me. I noticed that the gifts that Mona sent in the past year were more personal and even more expensive than they had been in previous years. I wanted to read more into that than there probably was on the surface of her generosity. I couldn't imagine why she would be so much more attentive to me. Sending me jewelry, silk boxers, expensive clothes, and much more seemed crazy to me since I wasn't her son by birth. However, she said that a college graduate with a master's degree should wear clothes that distinguished him.

On the occasion of my first visit after graduation for my master's degree in engineering, dad presented me with a brand new silver Corvette® as a graduation gift. I promised that I would come to work for dad's company as soon as I took care of some things that I described as loose ends at home. I promised to be there in September, barring any unforeseen occurrences. I asked him to help me find a three-bedroom house near his home so I could have a home of my own. I felt that I needed some independence. Besides living with my beautiful mother-in-law, Mona would have been too tempting. I told him that I had a fair amount of money saved and that I planned to have a bit more money by the time I move to Colorado.

I drove cross country back home in my new car. Mom was fuming when she found out that dad spent that much money on me. She promised to take dad back to court to petition for more alimony. That is when I made up my mind that her life would soon have to change forever.

Chapter 2

The next morning, at about two o'clock, mom returned home, stinking of whiskey and sex. This guy must have covered her body in cum and made her wear it back home. To most men, she was incredibly submissive, all men except my dad, whom she seemed to enjoy bullying and treating with contempt.

Earlier that night, I started to assemble my project to change my mom's life for the better. At the same time, I would free my dad of his regular alimony payments to my mother.

I discovered mom's password on her computer and phone, surprise, surprise it was my birthday numbers backward. Sometimes I wondered how she could be a smart woman about some things and yet be so dumb about other things. A week later, my mother and her attorney had an appointment to be in court to petition for more alimony money from my father.

I called my dad to tell him not to come to the hearing because I would take care of it myself. He didn't like me getting involved, but I assured him that the outcome would be positive and that I felt it would turn out good for him and my mother.

What mom didn't know was that I had recordings of her phone conversations and copies of her pertinent correspondence related to the hearing.

Chapter 3

About a week later, the hearing scheduled for ten in the morning was starting. I had spoken to dad's attorney ahead of time, and he told me that he would call me as a witness at the appropriate time. Promptly at ten-thirty that morning, someone came out into the hallway to bring me to the courtroom. Mom seemed shocked to see me. I testified for the next two hours.

First, dad's attorney examined me, and then I was cross-examined by mom's attorney. It was a bit exhausting, but in the end, I succeeded in convincing the judge that my mom was a high priced whore who lived off my dad's money, together with gifts and cash from her overly generous clients. The copied conversations from the computer and phone verified everything I said.

Of course, mom's attorney argued that I had accessed mom's computer and phone without her permission. I explained that I maintained all of the computers and cell phones in the house and that I have long had her permission to go into her computer whenever it became necessary for repairs or updates. Of course, that was not quite the truth, but I felt justified by her many years of cheating my father. In the end, the judge put an end to all alimony payments and ordered mom to pay dad's attorney fees, which amounted to eight thousand dollars. Mom also had to pay the court costs, but I convinced dad to pay his attorney for her.

Mom told me that she was so mad with me and that she wouldn't be home for a while, if ever. I knew she would return home. Let's face it. All of her belongings were still in the house which she owned. I figured that she would tell me to leave, but I knew that she would return home. I was counting on that.

Now, I started putting my scheme into action. I had a letter I'd already composed to my mom's friends and lovers from her. It was ready to go to my mom's contact list by text or email, stating that she had just had an emotional breakdown and was under the treatment of an excellent doctor. However, she would be in a clinic, possibly for months, and please not try to contact her. I had it ready to send out upon her return to the house.

I had purchased and installed new double keyed deadbolt locks for every entry door in the house. I also had a contractor install special locks on all of the window sashes. My mother's home was now effectively a prison, and I controlled all access in or out.

I converted one bedroom in the basement to a cell. It was soundproof and deadbolted with a steel door that could only open with a key. Mom was definitely in for the surprise of her life, and If I had my way, she would have her life turned upside down. Soon she would be owned by me. Either she would submit herself entirely or else.

Chapter 4

It took mom eight days to come home. She had to ring the doorbell to get into the house because her key no longer opened any exterior door. Even her garage door opener was disabled.

I let her in and refused to answer her questions. She was falling-down drunk. I offered to make her a cup of tea or a drink. Of course, she chose whiskey, and I added a crumbled sleeping pill and poured the whiskey. Once it dissolved, I walked into the living room and handed it to her. I had poured myself a drink and offered her a little toast, "To our new beginning."

She looked at me quizzically, then drank the whiskey straight down. I made her a second, but while I was doing so, she fell sound asleep. It was then that I carried her to the basement cell that would become her home for the next month or possibly more. I bathed her thoroughly to remove any foreign fluids from her body. I even washed and dried her hair, placing it into a ponytail before placing her nude body onto the bed.

I cuffed her with padded leather wrist and ankle straps to the bed and then wrapped another restraint around her waist to hold her firmly in place. She was naked. I placed a simple baby monitor in the room with her to watch her on my laptop computer. At seven-thirty in the morning, my mother's high pitched screams woke me from my sleep.

"You bastard, I hate the day you were born. How could you do this to your mother? What have I ever done to deserve this type of treatment? First, you cost me my rightful income, and then you put me in a locked room. I knew that I should have had an abortion at sixteen when your father first knocked me up. Why am I naked, you little pervert? Did you molest me while I slept? You won't get away with this, you little prick. I'm going to see you in prison for the rest of your life for this."

Then her tone changed to sweet as sugar. Mark baby, let your mommy out of here, I will forgive you for this. Then we can have a nice mother and son talk. Please!! Baby, if it is sex you want, you can do what you want to me."

She was spread eagle, exposing her well-used pussy. I decided it was time to start her education and attitude adjustment. I entered her cell, and her eyes were casting daggers at me. Then she began screaming at me again. I soon had enough of her noise. That's when I roughly placed a large ballgag into her mouth and fastened it behind her head. I smiled and put two fingers into her pussy. I roughly fondled her and found her to be very wet.

I said, "You said that you were going to ALLOW me to do whatever I wanted to do to you. ALLOW, allow!! You have that all wrong, you wicked slut. You are now my bitch, my cum bucket, and you belong to me. I WILL do anything I would like to you, and I will also do a lot of things to you that you will not enjoy."

Then I undid the straps on her ankles, flipped her lower half over, and then reattached her to the bed's ends. Before I flipped her upper body, I started slapping her tits harder and harder until they were glowing red. They were large-sized 'C' cups. Did she even nurse me with those tits? She probably didn't bother nursing me. Dad likely fed me bottles. I pinched her nipples until she was yelling in three octaves. Once her breasts were bright red, I flipped her over the rest of the way on her sore tits and reattached her hands to the specially installed steel loops at the head of the bed.

At first, I caressed her back, her ass, her thighs, and her legs. I could tell that she liked it and she noticeably relaxed. That's when I slammed my flat hand onto her ass cheeks. I repeated the pounding until she was weeping loudly. I walked to the bathroom and ran cold water on my hand, which was stinging from the beating had I just given to my wicked, whore mother.

Once she calmed down about twenty minutes later, she was able to listen. I pulled the only chair in the room next to the bed. She was facing the wall. I grabbed her ponytail and turned her head to me, then I squeezed her cheeks and spoke, "I want you to listen to every word I am about to say, if you don't pay close attention to me, you will regret it. Nod your head if you understand."

She nodded and nodded, making sure that I knew she was paying attention. I removed her gag, and she said, "Thank you, baby."

I said, "You will say, thank you, Sir. That will be your reply from this moment forward. Now say it three times, so you don't forget."

She quickly responded, "Yes, Sir, Yes, Sir, Yes, Sir. Sir, why am I calling you, Sir? Sir."

I didn't answer her. Instead, I asked her, "What is your name?"

"Sir, my name is Kathy Malone Johnson. I was married to Mark Johnson, Sr. before we divorced, you are my son Mark, Jr."

"Ms. Johnson, everything you just said was correct yesterday, however from today forward, your name is and forever will be, Jennifer Marie Hanes, and Jennifer I own you. If you learn this and everything else I teach you over the coming months, you may see daylight again. Do you understand all of that, if so tell me your name again."

"Sir, my name is Kathy Marie Hanes. Hanes is my maiden name." She said with an attitude.

I placed the ball gag in her mouth again. This time I walked over to the wall to retrieve a wide leather belt. The first crack was not on her ass, but across her thighs. Even with the ball gag, I could make out her high octave screams and her calling me a bastard. I continued beating her with the belt until the damage to her ass and thighs looked severe, even to my eyes. I never considered the possibility that I could abuse a woman before. However, 'desperate times call for desperate measures,' as they say.

Once she stopped yelling and crying, I once again started to remove her ball gag. She began to scream once again, but as I raised the belt, she bit her lip and quieted down. Then, I removed her gag.

Once again, I asked, "What is your name?"

She spoke with a quivering voice, "Sir, my name is Jennifer Marie Hanes, and I belong to you."

I nodded and rose from the chair, going into the bathroom for a tube of pain relief ointment. I sat on the bed next to Jennifer, saying, "Okay, Jennifer, let's see if we can relieve that stinging pain a little."

I was gentle while applying the lotion to her back, ass, and thighs with kindness.

I wanted to follow pain with kindness, pleasure, as a reward. She had a lot to learn, and it could take a lot of work to turn her into my obedient slave.

Once I finished cooling down her backside, I undid the latches on the wrist bindings. She got up on one elbow and looked at me. I dropped my shorts and boxers, kicking them to the side. Moving next to her bed, I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my cock. She knew what to do. She opened wide, took my seven and a quarter inches in her mouth and down her throat. She was great with her mouth and must have had a lot of practice. In about twenty minutes, I grunted that I was going to cum. She pulled back so she could receive my cum in her mouth. She swallowed every drop and then used her mouth and tongue to lick me clean from below my balls to the top of my pubic hair.

I praised her talents, "Jennifer, that was wonderful, you did a great job. Once I can trust you in my bedroom and my bed, I expect you to wake me up every morning with a blow job just like that one."

I pulled an ice pack from the freezer in the next room, wrapped it in a towel. Then I placed the ice pack on Jennifer's red ass.

I asked, "How does that feel?"

Jennifer answered, "Oh, Sir, that feels wonderful. Thank you, Sir."

"Jennifer, your master wants to fuck you now," I replied.

She said in reply, "Yes, master, please do whatever you wish to me."

Jennifer's pussy was sopping wet, and she had juices running between her thighs. She was ready for my cock.

Since I didn't know if she had some type of STD, I wore a condom. I slipped my hard cock between her thighs and the crack of her sore ass, forcing it into her pussy. Then I put my hands on her hips and slipped my cock entirely into her pussy in one push.

"Oh, Sir, that feels so good, please don't stop. I am already close to an orgasm, Sir. You have a very long and thick cock. You know I have been well used, and I still feel so full every time you push into me. Thank you, Sir. I truely needed this. All of this, Sir."

I say, "Cum for me, Jennifer, cum hard." She did cum, raised her upper body off the bed. She yelled, "Oh, shit, oooooohhhhhh, oh damn, that feels so goooooood.

I then stick two fingers into her cunny and lube my fingers, which I then push into her ass hole. After finger fucking her ass for the next ten minutes, I then plunged my cock into her pussy again to cover it with her slickness again. Then in one hard push, I shove my full seven and a quarter inch cock to the hilt into her sore ass. She screamed bloody murder, saying, "You bastard, that hurt like hell, and you did it on purpose."

She knew that she fucked up bad when I placed the ball gag back into her mouth and reattached her wrists to the bed rail. Finding the belt where I had returned it to the wall, I firmly held it. Crack, crack, was the sound the belt made each time it contacted her ass and thighs. She passed out from the pain. I get a glass of cold water and poured it on her face to wake her up. I then return to my position just behind her very red striped ass and thighs, then once again, I shove my dry unprotected cock into her ass and proceed to pound her for at least twenty minutes until I filled that hole with my hot cum.

I knew that I had so much work ahead of me if I ever hoped to have this bitch behave like a well-behaved adult, much less an obedient slave. I undo all of her leather bracelets attached to her wrists and ankles. Then I handcuff her wrists with stainless steel handcuffs and grab her ponytail, hauling her to the bathroom. I sit her sore ass on the toilet hard and tell her to do her business. If looks could kill, I would have been dead on sight. I grab a hand full of toilet paper when I hear her finish peeing, reach between her legs, and wipe her pussy. Then I started the shower, and when the temp was where I liked it, I grabbed Jennifer's ponytail and pulled her up from the toilet, led her into the shower. We entered the shower water, and I wet her down thoroughly. Using a washcloth, I used a bar of bar soap and started with her face, neck, chest, and so forth until I bathed her entire body. Then, with only my hands, I washed her tits, pussy, and deep in her ass again. Jennifer didn't say a word; she only looked at me with hate in her eyes. I swear she was thinking, "Was that good for you, because I hate you for what you just did." However, I didn't hear a word.

I washed my face and then handed her the bar of soap and told her to finish cleaning my body. Once she finished, I said, "Jenifer, get down on your knees and take my soapy dick into your mouth to finish cleaning it." I was surprised that she put my cock entirely into her mouth and throat. Once I pulled back out of her mouth, she spits the soap onto the shower floor. I made her lick up the spot. Then I made her lick the soap off of my ass. I pulled her to her feet and using the shower's hand wand, and I rinsed us both off. I used big fluffy towels to dry us both, and then I once again grabbed her hair to guide her to the bed. I made her lie on her stomach and reattached her to the bed. Then to further humiliate her, I poured lube into her ass hole and slowly forced a butt plug into her hole. This butt plug had twelve-inch feathers sticking out. Using my phone, I took pictures and video.

I said, "Jennifer when your friends see this video on your social media page, they will know you are crazy. I think it's a great look for you. You might have to wear that all the time, except when I wish to fuck your ass. Okay, it's now ten-thirty in the morning, and I'm going to have some breakfast. I will bring you some bread and water after I eat. Oh, I almost forgot to catheterize you so you can take a piss anytime you feel the urge."

I inserted the lubricated catheter into her pee hole just as I learned by watching a video. A tube led to a hanging bag, and then I turned off the light, closed, and locked the door.

I got dressed in the hallway and went upstairs to eat a full breakfast. Then I went to our exercise room to lift weights and do my regular day's exercise routine.

About two in the afternoon, I returned to the prison cell and found Jennifer asleep. I walked up to her and slapped her ass hard. She yelped so loud. It caused me to jump back.

Undoing her wrist restraints, I allowed her to sit up in the bed.

I said, "What is your first name, and who am I?"

"Sir, my name is Jennifer, and you are my owner, Mark, sir."

Replying I say, "That's so much better slave. Now, sit there and don't move."

Jennifer said, "Yes, sir."

I went to the kitchen and made her a ham sandwich, chips, and a large glass of iced tea. Then I carried the tray down to Jennifer.

"Here you go, Jennifer Marie Hanes; I have brought you a meal as a reward for what seems to be a better attitude this afternoon. I was hoping that I wouldn't have to continue beating you to get your attention.

Things continued to roll along for the next three weeks, with Jennifer's behavior improving little by little every day. Finally, at the end of three weeks, I honestly believed that I had won enough battles that I might have come close to winning the war.

Chapter 5

On Saturday of the third week, I walked into the open door of the cell. There lying on the bed on her back was Jennifer, beautiful, gorgeous Jennifer. She laid there uncovered, her legs were open about a foot apart. Over three weeks, she had grown a dark brown bush. However, peeking from that bush was moist pink inner folds of her pussy. I gently touched those wet flower petals with my fingers. As I did, Jennifer said, "Ohhhh, that feels sooooo good. Thank you, master. Thank you for waking me up in that manner; it feels so wonderful. May I serve you now, sir?"

I replied, "Not just yet, my slave, let me enjoy your soft tender folds. I may even want to lick your pussy before I let you go to your knees to suck my cock," I said.

She tasted good, and her nectar was sweet with just a hint salt. I loved it. I had eaten numerous pussies in college, but Jennifer's pussy was the best I had ever tasted. Then I helped her up and moved her to kneel in front of me. She greedily grabs my cock and starts slobbering on it to wet it down so her hand will more easily slide up and down. While her hand glides along the length of my semihard cock, her mouth sucks in the first two inches. Within ten minutes, she has wholly swallowed my cock. Another ten minutes later, and I fill her throat and mouth with my sperm. When Jennifer finished, she laid her cheek on my shrunken cock. It was a gesture of affection.

I guided her chin up toward me so that I could look into her eyes. She had tears running down her cheeks, so I asked, "Jennifer, why are you crying?"

"Master, even before my husband divorced me, I had been with man after man, looking for a man that would take firm control of me and my life. I needed that control to make me be a better person. I feel like I have been reborn as Jennifer. I know that you cannot trust me yet, but I swear to you that you have changed my life. I will prove my loyalty to you one day soon, Master."

I reply, "Jennifer, there will be many, many rules and changes to your old life. From now on, you will have sex only with me unless I ask you to have sex with someone else. You will only wear only the clothes that I approve for you to wear. All of your belongings and clothes are currently in storage. Tomorrow, a doctor friend of mine who also has a slave, will be here to test you and examine you for STD's. Since you have fucked so many different men, I can't take a chance on catching an infectious disease from you. If you have a disease, then it could go on to kill you or be passed on to me. Jennifer, I want you around for years to come, so I want you to go through this indignity."

Jennifer lowered her head, saying, "Yes, Sir, I understand that it is necessary and important, so I will lie here naked and allow him to examine me, take a blood sample, and anything else necessary. Then perhaps you will soon be able to do what you wish with me, without wearing a condom."

I reply, "Jennifer, that is a much-improved attitude. Now would you like to come upstairs to eat breakfast?"

"Oh, yes, Master, I would love that. Master, do I have any clothes or a robe?" She asked.

"No, Jennifer, you will be naked for a while, until I feel that I can develop more trust in you, and then we will clothe you little by little. To be completely honest, Jenifer, I think you have the best body of any woman I have ever met, except Mona, my stepmother. Although I have only seen her in a small bikini, it was easy to tell that her body is perfect. Aside from Mona, you are the top beauty on my list. The difference is you belong to me and only me. I hope that doesn't offend you."

She giggled while saying, "No, Master, I am not offended. I saw her in the pictures in your room, and I have to agree. I haven't been with very many women, but I would make an exception in her case. Who knows Master, if you keep me, maybe one day I will have an opportunity to see what it's like to share her with you. Master, I can tell you one thing for sure, you are in love with Mona."

I reply, "Jennifer since she is married to my dad, I somehow doubt that could happen. I'm not sure I could do that to my dad. I don't see anything to come of my feelings for Mona unless he and Mona have a permanent falling out."

"Master, do you think you could ever love me like that?"

"Jennifer, it will depend on you and the changes you are willing to make in your life. If you continue to make positive changes, I could love you, but because of our history, I could never love you like, I love Mona."

"Master, are you talking about changing my personality or my looks or both."

I reply, "I am talking about your attitude. You will change your personality, or I will punish you until you do. As for changing your appearance, I wouldn't change a thing."

"Master, I will obey your every wish and command. You will see that I will be your willing servant. Sir, you will soon understand that your control over me is complete. You are just what I have been searching for all of these years. I predict that in the next six months, you will love me to some degree, and maybe even forgive me for my evil history. I hope I'm not too forward, Master." She says.

I say, "Jennifer, I have known you for just a short time, but I have known the woman you used to be for as long as I have been alive. Jennifer, what I am saying, I believe that I could love that good side of you for many, many years. I have hated the woman you were for a very long time. However, the woman I hated is dead. Jennifer, she will never exist again. Do you understand what I am saying?"

She looked like she was very deep in thought for several minutes before saying, "Sir, I believe I understand, however, a lot has happened to me in the last three weeks. As you say, my old self died, and now I AM Jenifer. As I understand it, it is up to me to accept that my old personality and attitudes are dead and gone. I have to make sure that they never return. Sir, I AM Jennifer now, if I slip back into my old ways, please, please discipline me severely. You own me now. Please continue to mold me into the woman you want me to be. Oh Sir, by the way, those spankings were the first since I was in my teens. It hurt a lot so that I will be on my best behavior from now on."

"Jennifer, may I share some things with you?"

"Jennifer, what would you say if I told you that my dad still loves you, even though he remarried?"

Jennifer seemed shocked by that statement, "Sir, do you think he could still love me after everything that I did to hurt him? I have to admit that I never fully stopped loving him. I miss him so much, but I can't imagine that he could ever love me. Do you think he would or even could take control of me this time?"

I answered, "Jen, I can't go into details, but I believe that he is willing to train to be your master."

She didn't say a word, but the smile on her face spoke volumes.

"Master, may I share a few things with you?"

"Jennifer, I have done a bit of research on the woman you were, but I have just scratched the surface. So yes, please share anything with me that you wish. It may be very helpful in getting you to a new place in your life. But first, let's go to the kitchen for something to eat. I don't want to starve you to death."

Chapter 5

Together we fixed a big breakfast since it was already near noon. I gave Jennifer a frilly apron to wear, so she didn't get spattered and burned. It did leave her lovely bubble shaped ass exposed for me to enjoy. I couldn't help but caresses it every time I came near her. She either cooed or giggled every time I touched her. We ate in silence. It was evident that we were each deep in thought for our upcoming conversation. After we cleaned the kitchen, Jen removed her apron and was surprised when I picked her up into my arms and carried her to the living room. Pulling the throw blanket from the back of the couch, I covered both of us, and she immediately cuddled up to me.

I said, "Jen, start at the beginning. I promise that I will listen, and I hope that it will help me understand you better."

"Master, this is the first time I have ever told anyone what happened to me during my childhood. I didn't even share it with your father, which was likely my biggest mistake. I am going to cry as I tell you this, so please bear with me. I don't know exactly how old I was when it started; I only remember that it was before I had my first period. One night he came into my room, and when I woke up, I was naked, and he was on top of me. Then I felt horrible pain, and when I woke up in the morning, my bed had a large bloody spot between my legs. My mom saw it, hugged me, and started crying. Unfortunately, she was afraid of my father because he beat her for any reason or no reason. He was a mean drunk, and he took what he wanted. He abused me and beat my mother until I was fourteen. One night, my mother took a butcher knife and cut his throat while he was passed out drunk in their bed. In the morning, the police took her to the hospital because she was badly beaten and required treatment. When the hospital released my mother, she went to jail until her trial. I didn't see her again until months later. She was tried and found not guilty, but I'd been sent to a foster home by then. The next year I met your father while I was living in that foster home. I didn't tell anyone but him who the father was. I couldn't because he would have gone to jail for statutory rape. When I turned eighteen and had to leave the foster system, your father found me, and we were married. I had already named you Mark, so after we were married, we had it changed to Mark Johnson, Jr."

She was sobbing throughout her tale of the terrible circumstances of her childhood. I let her catch her breath, and then she wanted to continue. I held her tighter to my chest and asked her to begin again when she was ready. My phone was on the record app in my pocket. I had a reason to have a copy of this, which I will explain later.

"Sir, I am ready now. Your father married me out of pity at first. Later though, I truly believe that he loved me. It was me that felt that he couldn't satisfy my needs. He was, and I'm sure he still is a lovely man who is too kind to harm or take control of any woman. It was all in my sick mind, and I have analyzed it many times over. I think that my father ruined me when I was a child and that I have been searching ever since, for someone to control me as you are doing now. As sick as it sounds, I think that I am looking for a substitute for my wretched father. Master, I wasn't whoring around looking for love, I loved your father, and back then he loved me. I was looking for someone to guide me, control me, and love me. It seems that I was living with the one I was looking for all this time, and it was you. Truthfully, I wish it had been your father, the man who saved me back then. He was the one who did the right thing, yet I kept cheating on him and abusing his constant kindness."

As she cried into my chest, I just whispered encouragement into her ear and kissed her cheek. Jennifer, are you saying that you never stopped loving my father, Mark, Sr.?"

She smiled, saying, "Yes, Master. I have him to thank for so much that I will always love him. That is why I say that it was a sickness that caused me to act like a whore for so many years. Sir, I ran off the only man that truly loved me. I know that he will never forgive me, but perhaps one day, he will understand that I did what I did for reasons beyond my control."

I smiled, saying, "Jennifer, for now, you belong to me, and I will control your every move. I have sent an email to all the people on contact's list that you have had a nervous breakdown. You informed them that you are in a private health facility until further notice. I have taken your phone and computer, and they are locked in my safe. You will sign a power of attorney authorizing me to sell your home. I will buy myself a home in the same city as my dad in Colorado. I may have to procure new identifications to change your first name to Jennifer and your Maiden name of Hanes. Now, Jennifer, if I can trust you to behave yourself, what would you like to do this afternoon?"

She replied with a lustful look in her eyes, "Well, Master, as you well know, I do love seeexxxx... Since you will be the only man in my life, can I try out that manly cock of yours again? Oh, and before I forget, I drank a lot during the last five or six years, but to the best of my knowledge, no man that I had sex with ever did it bareback. I always carried condoms in my purse for that reason."

I reached into my pocket to retrieve a condom. Sitting next to this naked beauty caused me to have a hard steel cock. Jennifer reached down and rolled the condom on my pole and spread her knees to straddle my waist while facing me. She was good. Jen rubbed her wet pussy lips up and down the length of my dick until I was afraid that I would explode.

I lifted her hips and set her down so that I penetrated her velvet tunnel. She was surprisingly tight despite the number of men with whom I believed she slept. Jennifer let out an oof sound as I reached bottom striking her cervix. She followed that with several sexy groans and squeals.

I said, "Does that feel good, baby? I want it to feel wonderful, so you don't miss those other men from your past."

She said in a very sexy voice, "Oh Sir, I don't need those men now that I have a master to control my life. Besides, where would I find another man that could do what you are doing to me right now?"

"Jennifer, I like it when you use endearments like darling. When we are alone, you can dispense with calling me, Master. I will still expect you to answer "Yes sir and no sir," until I tell you otherwise. Now squeeze my cock with that tight little coochie. Come for me, baby."

She squeezed tightly, but I could tell that she could benefit from a set of pelvic exercise cherries. I made a mental note to order her a set. About twenty minutes later, she started shaking violently. Then she let out a blood-curdling scream. It was not loud enough to alert the neighbors of our activity, but I knew that she was exploding. Her orgasm brought on my own. I wished that she was able to feel my cum coating her tunnel with my baby juice.

"Jennifer, I believe that you are thirty-six and still able to have children. Am I correct?"

"Yes, darling, that is correct, and currently, I am on the pill. Is it possible you're thinking about us procreating?"

I laughed, saying, "Procreating? If you mean, I'm thinking about knocking you up. Yes, getting pregnant is what I am saying. We don't need to be in a hurry. I know there are many examples of defects from close relatives having children together. I just want us to keep it in mind as a possibility."

"To be honest, I am so surprised by this, but I would love a 'Do-Over' regarding child-rearing. What about my job?" She asked.

I smiled, "Jen, last night you sent in your resignation due to a nervous breakdown. They are treating you out of state. You requested that they mail your final check here. We will move your proceeds from the sale of the house and money in the bank to a new joint account in Colorado."

I continued the family discussion, "I have to say, Jen, I think that you would be adorable with a four or five-month baby bump. You are already gorgeous, and once you have that pregnant glow, you will be even more beautiful."She said, "How or where did you learn to say just what every woman wants to hear. If I didn't love you before, I could assure you that I do now. As for having your baby, so long as we see a doctor to have testing done throughout the pregnancy. Practice breeding me, my love."

We spent the rest of the day watching some movies, fixing and eating dinner, and drinking two bottles of wine.

I told Jennifer, "Jen, go to my office and get my laptop computer. We are going to do some clothes shopping on the internet."

"Sir, what about all of the clothes I already have?" Jen asked.

I smiled saying, "Jennifer, those are not your clothes, they belonged to the other lady you used to be. Okay?"

"Yes, sir, I understand completely."

After dinner, I selected some sexy lingerie for Jennifer to wear around the house during her training and continued reeducation. She looked so cute as we picked out the sexy clothing. I also ordered a couple of colorful summer dresses, some bikinis, sandals, flats, and house slippers.

I took Jen to bed at eleven that evening. Yes, we once again screwed like ravenous rabbits. Then we fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. The doors were locked as were the windows, so she wasn't going anywhere. We sleep the sleep of the contented.

Chapter 6

The next morning we once again made love like rabbits in heat. Damn, Jennifer was incredibly tight; every time my cock entered her pussy, it made me think that I'd blow my load immediately upon penetration. We spent forty-five minutes touching, kissing, hugging, and fucking until both of us came with great abundance.

After breakfast, I took the power of attorney to our bank and accessed her bank account after adding my name and signature to the signature card. Jennifer had a surprising amount of money in the bank, though I had no idea where she got it all.

My father was quite wealthy. He sent the mortgage money to my bank account, and we retired the mortgage about eight years before. I was by no means wealthy, but I had a lot of money for a twenty-two-year-old.

The rest of the morning, Jen had her check-up with the doctor. He reported that there were no visible signs of STD's, but that the blood to be tested taken from Jennifer and the results would be emailed later in the day. After the doctor left, I saw Jen throw her birth control pills in the garbage can. I looked at her and said, "Let the games begin." She laughed so loud that she peed a small amount on the floor.

Then I broke out in a laugh.

At four o'clock, I received an email that stated that Jennifer received a clean bill of health from all infectious diseases. That made her even happier. Jen took my hand and led me toward our bedroom.

She stopped on the way to tell me something important.

"Master," she said, "I have a confession. As I have told you, I started having affairs early into my marriage. Something was missing in our marriage and love life that I just couldn't discern at the time. The myth is that I whored around every day all day, but I didn't whore around. I did have affairs. I readily admit that, but I only had about ten men in all that time. Sir, I was a whore, not nearly the whore everyone thought I was. I know what you said about me in court, and I deserved every word of it, but I don't want you or your father to think that I was some sort of street whore. Sir, please tell me you forgive me."

I looked at Jennifer with a bit of lust in my eyes, saying, "Jen, take my hand and follow me to the bedroom so I can demonstrate whether I am willing to forgive you."

Jennifer said, "My love, you mean so very much to me, and you are what I need at this point in my life. Now that we can have unencumbered sex, please take ownership of me."

I laid her in the middle of my bed; then she automatically spread her legs with her feet straight up in the air. I plunged my flat tongue against her outer labial lips. As my tongue spread her outer lips open, her fluids poured out, and I licked up as much as possible. "Sweetheart, you taste as sweet as nectar. I think that I could live for a month on that nectar alone."

I drove my tongue into her tunnel as deep as I could and got rewarded by a purring moan of enjoyment, followed by her violent shutters and a loud wail that lasted trough her long orgasm. Then I pushed her ankles up toward her shoulders, where she held them with her hands. Then I placed the end of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. Then as she came back from her orgasm, I pushed into her until my entire cock is in her love tunnel. I started to pull back and the push forward at a slow pace, working my way up to a medium speed.

Then Jennifer started some dirty talk. "Oh, fuck Mark, use that fuck stick on me. Take ownership of me. Mark, my man, I am yours for as long as you want me. Oh, oh, damn, oh, oh Aaaw shit, I am about to come, faster baby, fuck your Jennifer faster, harder. Unh unh ung unh unh unh ung unh unh unh ung unh unh unh unh unh unh unh unh."

I couldn't take it any longer, and I filled her cunny with ropes of my thick white cum. When I looked at Jen again, her eyes were closed, and she was taking shallow breaths. I was a bit worried, and then she gasped in a deep breath and gave me a million-dollar smile.

Jennifer spoke with a bit of a raspy voice, "My love, only two men have taken me to that type of orgasmic high or given me that type of satisfaction. Only you and your father have ever fucked me like that. My two Marks, only my two Marks. I love you, my darling, and I always will."

I replied with a smile, "Jennifer, I love you, darling, and you are mine. You will never be with another man without my permission. Do you understand?"

Jen said, "Oh, yes, sir, I will obey you till the day that I die."

We had sex twice more before we gave out just before midnight, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 7

The next morning as I sat in my study, I was thinking about Mona, my stepmother. I reread the last email I received from my charming, gorgeous Mona. Despite my current reshaping of my mother, I think about Mona always. I knew the moment I met her, that it was love at first sight, at least on my part. During my last year of college, when I returned to Colorado for a two-week visit, I spent seven days alone with Mona. My father had to make a last-minute trip to California for an unplanned business meeting, which left us home alone.

Dad left on Sunday, right before I arrived on Monday. Once I found out that it would be just the two of us, I asked Mona to go out to dinner at a fine restaurant. She smiled broadly and exclaimed, "Oh, you dear man, I haven't been out of this house in seven months except to go grocery shopping by myself. Yes, yes, I would LOVE to go to dinner with you. Can we go over to the next town over from here where no one will know us? There is a very quaint old Victorian home that the owner converted to the La Chateau Blanc, a French cafe'. I have heard that it is excellent."

I replied, "My dear sweet Mona, you have only to ask, and I will do whatever you wish. My fondest desire is to make you happy."

"Mark, may we speak frankly for a few minutes?"

I answered, "Yes, Mona, of course, what do you have on your mind?"

Mona continued, "Mark, I quickly agreed to go to dinner tonight because your father has lost all interest in me. I believe that it is our age difference, or perhaps his continued infatuation with his ex-wife. If I am frank, I believe he is still in love with his ex-wife, your birth mother. He and I have only had something resembling sex three times in the last year, and he didn't even try to get me off. I am tired of using plastic toys to Jill myself off to achieve even a minimal degree of sexual satisfaction. I can only see a divorce in our future, likely sometime early next year."

I sat in deep thought before saying anything. "Mona, are you sure that there are no other women in dad's life? How is it that you know that my mother, Kathy, is the woman he still yearns for?"

I can see that Mona is now very distressed, "Mark, until three months ago, your father and I shared a bed. Mark, he talks in his sleep, and almost weekly, he speaks her name, 'Kathy, I miss you, dear,' or 'Kathy, I love you, darling, why did you do it?' I have heard it many times. The last time we had a big row over it, and that's when I moved to a guest room. I flat told him that if he still loved Kathy so damned much, why did he marry me?"

I opened my heart saying, "Mona, I hope what I am about to say to you, doesn't destroy our relationship, or possibly what could happen with our relationship in the future. Mona, I remember the very first moment that I met you. It felt like my heart stopped for a minute or two. When I shook hands with you, and we shared a hug, I fell totally in love with you. Every woman that I have been with since that moment has been you in my mind's eye."

Mona smiled and revealed her feelings, "I knew it. Mark, I too felt the electricity that very moment. At first, I told myself that it was because you were so handsome and looked so much like a younger version of your father. I was a newlywed after all, how could I be instantly in love with you, when I'd just married your father? When I realized that your father gave up on our marriage, I began to acknowledge my love. Several months ago, I remembered that you were coming here for two weeks, so I decided to find a way to discuss my marriage problems and reveal my true feelings for you. When you invited me to dinner, I knew that you loved me as much as I loved you."

"Mona, I never believed in things, like 'love at first sight' or 'soul mates,' but I do now. I thought that those types of feelings only existed in romantic comedies and romance novels. I have loved you since the first moment we met, believe me when I tell you that I will find a way for us to spend our lives together. I already have a plan, a very devious plan that I want to share with you. If my well-contrived plan works, I will have a way to resolve this for all of us, including bringing my mother back to my father. But first, I want to kiss the only woman I have ever truly loved."

Mona was quickly in my arms, and our lips sealed together. She opened her lips, and I felt her tongue on my lips. Soon our tongues were doing a lover's duel as they so elegantly put it in romance novels.

Mona whispered, "Mark, can we postpone our dinner until tomorrow night. I haven't been fucked properly for over two years. Would you take me to my bed and show me what it is like to share my bed with a real man, and be filled with a real man's cock?"

In reply to her question, I lifted her into my arms and headed to the guest rooms. When we got close, she pointed her bedroom out to me. I walked in and stood her up.

Mona sweetly said, "Mark, please allow me to undress you." I am sure that she could see that my shaft was as hard as a rock and pushing on my pants to get out.

I nodded, saying, "Sure, Mona, be my guest."

She slowly unbuttoned my long-sleeved shirt, and after pulling it out of my pants, she slid it over my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She removed my slip-on shoes and then my socks. Her small hands unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, allowing them to slide down my legs to the floor and placed them with my shirt on the floor. Then she slowly hooked her forefingers into the waistband of my boxers. Then her movements were like she was unwrapping an extraordinary present. As she slowly slid my boxers down my legs and off my feet. Then in one fluid motion, she raised her head while sliding her tongue up the length of my love stick right up to the helmet.

After licking for about ten minutes, I saw the length of my hardened shaft disappear into Mona's mouth and then down her throat. No woman I had ever had sex with was able to take my thick seven and a quarter inch penis down her throat, to the hilt. I was a little embarrassed that I felt my first organism coming on so quickly. Every time my joint exited her throat and into her mouth, she became a human vacuum, and it felt that she was sucking my cum out like a straw in the thickest milkshake.

I said, "Mona, baby, if you keep that up, I am going to pop off very soon. Oh, baby, I am so sorry to be so quick, and I swear that I will last longer in the future, but shit, I have never been deep throated before. Oh, oh, damn, that is sooooo gooood!!"

Mona just locked on and picked up speed, bobbing her head up and down in a blur, until I started shooting rope after rope, first straight down her throat, and then in her mouth so she could fully taste my cum. Then she said, "Oh, Mark baby, you taste sooo good. I want to give you a BJ every morning to wake you up. I love you so very much, and I also love that beautiful cock. Please let me have it whenever I want it."

I replied with a smile, "MOM, I love the way you think."

With a bit of aggravation in her voice, "Okay, smart ass, drop the mom shit. You may call me Mona, lover, sweetheart, honey, or any other pet name you come up with, but never ever call me mom again. I want this to be very clear. I love you very much. I am your stepmom in name only. Mark, my heart belongs only to you, now and forever. My marriage to your father was over with a year ago."

I reached over to her and pulled her tightly to my chest. I kissed her sweetly. Looking into her eyes, I started to remove her blouse and bra slowly. Then I undid the button on her skirt, pulling the zipper down and allowing the short skirt to fall to her feet. I kissed her puffy vaginal lips through her panties. Mona's smell was that of a woman in heat. Her tiny red string bikini panties soaked with her juices showed her excitement. I slid those small panties down to her ankles.

I pushed Mona gently onto the edge of the bed and laid her back onto the bed. She put her feet onto the bed and automatically spread her knees, giving me a clear view of her clean-shaven pus. Even with her legs spread open, Mona's cute little swollen pussy left a visible slit between her labial lips and a visible clit at the top. I could see her nectar running out of her pretty pussy, and down to the crack of her ass.

I massaged her feet to relax my new lover, then I moved up her legs, calves, knees, and then started kissing and licking her thighs. The sweet juices on her thighs were delightful. Once both thighs were clean of those dew drops, I moved to the swollen outer lips of her beautiful pussy. I am convinced that only a small number of women in this world have a perfect pussy. My Mona had the most perfect coochie that I have ever seen, even on internet porn sites.

This thought ran through my mind as my flat tongue passed through her swollen lips, stopping short of making contact with her clit and heard her first gasp. As her lips opened up, I got the first taste of her inner pink flower petals. I used my fingers to pull her outer lips apart to reveal her delicate pink pedals. Finally, I drove my narrowed tongue into her love tunnel. Of course, my tongue isn't very long, and all I could do was pass through her pussy in varying ways so that she kept building her toward her orgasm.

This method worked perfectly on Mona, although it took fifteen minutes, even after inserting a finger to search for and find her 'G' spot, to reach the edge of her oncoming climax. That was the exact moment that I sucked her clit into my mouth nibbled on it until I could feel that Mona was about to explode, then I sucked her entire pussy into my mouth as she blew. My mouth was filled with the most delightfully flavored girl cum ever tasted by any man.

As she experienced her first orgasm with me, she moaned out, "Oh, Ooooooh!! Oh, Mark, you are so damn good, oh hell, Yes. Yes. Oh noooo, oh noooo, oh no. No, no, noooo! Yeeeessss!! Sooooo Goood."

I swallowed and said, "My love, if I weren't already totally in love with you, I would be now. You own me, sweetheart."

She answered with a million-watt smile, saying that, as her hand gripped my cock tightly, "I can see that you are VERY excited with the prospect of our future."

We both climbed up on the bed after removing the duvet and pulling down the cover sheet and light blanket. I followed Mona's lovely bubble butt onto the king-sized bed. Her sweet odor wafted in the air behind her as she moved.

I couldn't wait any longer, so I moved quickly and put my hand on Mona's lower back and pushed my tongue into her pussy to lick the fluids running from her slit once more. Then I moved up further, gently pushed part of my cock into her coochie, and slowly began to move in and out. Mona moaned longingly and made the cutest cooing sounds. Once I was inserted about halfway, I pulled out, and she said, "Awwww." She had a pout on her beautiful face.

I said, "Mona, baby, I must look into those beautiful sapphire blue eyes while we do this for the first time. Lie on your back and pull your knees up to your chest."

She did so immediately, she did one better, like a gymnast Mona put her ankles next to her ears as she placed her hand behind her head using my elbows to hold her legs in place. I said, "Wow, where did you learn that, and is my dad insane? How could any man not be in love with everything about you? I am beginning to think that my dad needs mental help."

Mona had a broad smile when she said, "Lover, shut up and fuck me, please. Then we can discuss your father's possible mental illness."

It only took seconds for me to do what she requested. Her thick wet pussy lips provided just the surface to run my cock up and down, making my dick even thicker and slick as owl shit. Then it was time to enter her beautifully tight pussy. That tiny pussy had been little used and was tight as a virgin.

I took my time and slowly entered a little at a time. Because Mona was so well lubricated, I eventually reached the bottom and touched her cervix. That set off her first orgasm during intercourse. I made a mental note of that fact. It was my practice to be sure that my lover reached at least a few climaxes before giving up my treasure deep in their love tunnel.

Mona didn't disappoint in any way. We kissed passionately, displaying our genuine love for each other. Her breasts were just large enough, like two grapefruit halves. Truthfully, they were just right, and I knew that they would look great on a shelf bra under a thin, clingy dress. I stopped daydreaming and started massaging her lovely breasts. I then began focusing her surprisingly sensitive nipples. A few minutes of playing with her hard rock nipples took her one of her biggest orgasms so far. I stopped pushing in and out so she could calm down a bit from her high.

Mona was oohing and ahhing and even grunting her way through that orgasm.

"Mark, you discovered one of my secrets. I have the most sensitive nipples you have ever encountered. Of course, after we are married, I hope they are the only ones you encounter again. I love you so much. Now mister, please finish what you started." She whispered into my ear.

I continued pushing my tool into and out of her. However, after a few minutes of that, she said, "Harder baby, faster and harder, I need to feel that thick cock touching every part of my pussy. Please, baby, take me and make me yours. Only yours, my love, from this moment forward. No other man will ever touch me again."

I did as she asked. Soon she was breathing so hard that I started to worry about her, and then she exploded. I could feel her girl cum flowing around my cock. The muscles in her pelvic floor were stronger than anything I had ever previously experienced. She milked my cock until I shot six ropes of cum into her velvet tunnel. Mona was screaming, quivering, and shaking like a feather in the wind.

Mona passed out, or so it seemed. I could see the whites of her eyes and her breathing seemed very slow, after what seems like a very long time, but in reality, it was less than a minute. This woman that I dearly loved passed out in my arms, and it scared me to death. Then, she finally opened her eyes, and her breathing returned to a slow, steady pace.I looked into her deep blue eyes and said, "Darling, please don't ever do that to me again, you had me scared to death. You passed out, and I was afraid that you wouldn't come back to me."

Mona broadly smiled, saying, "Is it any wonder why I love you so much? First, you are the first man who has ever made me come so hard that I passed out after, and second, you love me enough to worry that you harmed me. I hope you plan to marry me, give me children, and love me for the rest of our lives?"

I replied with an equally big smile and said, "Yes, darling, I plan to do exactly that. First, however, I must go back to my home to make my mother my submissive slave. It is not what you may be thinking. You see, I believe that my mother is a very submissive woman. Furthermore, I believe that she wanted my father to make her his obedient servant, but he wasn't strong enough to make her his subservient woman and servant. That, I believe, is the reason she has been looking for so long for the right man."

She looked at me with a question in her eyes, "Was that the devious plan you mentioned earlier?"

"Yes, my dear, I knew that to get you, I had to convert mom from a wicked bitch to a loving submissive slave, and then teach my father to take control of her. Then he needs to divorce you so that I can marry you and start our family. We will be together at least every two weeks, while I am converting my mother, I promise that we will be together, at least once a month even more often if I can arrange for someone to watch her. I can't live very long without you in my life."

Chapter 8

After dad returned home from his trip, I asked him to join me for a couple of drinks in the lounge chairs next to the pool.

I said, "Dad, I'd like to have a very frank discussion with you if you don't mind." My dad was glad to see me as always and readily agreed to discuss anything I had on my mind. He asked if he could go to his room to put his suitcase away and change into some more comfortable clothes.

Once he reached the pool seating, I handed him a single malt Scotch whiskey.

I started by saying, "Dad, I've been speaking to Mona while you were out of town on your trip. I know that she's miserable. Mona has been very forthcoming with me and very truthful. I think that you and I also need to have a very open and frank discussion about your marriage. For instance, I know that you haven't been intimate with Mona in a long time. I also know that you are still in love with mom." The expression on his face when I mentioned his continuing love for mom was that of mild shock.

I continued, "Mom was and still is a beautiful woman, so I understand why you feel that way. Mom's habits and attitude haven't changed yet. Until she does, I don't see any way for things to be any different from before you divorced her. Dad, I believe that I have discovered what's wrong with mom. Whether you believe it or not, when I get home, I know that I can change her. I believe that in a couple of months, maybe less, she will love you the way she did when you were first married. I don't want to go into the way this will be accomplished, but you have to trust me, it will happen. Before I leave, I will tell you how you have to change. I mean it when I say change, you have to become a take control master of the woman you love. We will go over a lot of material on the internet that I hope will open your eyes and enlighten you about what you missed about your wife and lover. Dad, she is submissive, and she yearned, no wanted for you to take control of her and own her. You must learn to be her master. Can you do that for the woman you love?"

Dad looked very excited, saying, "I love that woman, and I always will. I can change anything and everything about me, except my love for your mother.

I took a deep breath and then continued, "Now I have something significant to tell you. I hope what I am about to tell doesn't shock you. There's nothing to do but say it, I am in love with Mona, and she is in love with me."

Dad wasn't shocked or even surprised. Smiling, he said, "Son, I saw it in the eyes of both of you the last time you were in town. Why do you think I suddenly planned a last-minute trip out of town? I wanted you two to be alone and make sure of your feeling for each other. As for me, I acknowledge that I still love your mother. I badly want to know how do you plan on changing your mom?"

I replied, "Dad, I am not going into any detail, but I will tell you that I know that mom, for all of her blustering tirades, is a very submissive woman. My job will be to make her acknowledge the fact that she is indeed, a true submissive. That is all I am going to tell you now. I think I will have completed mom's transition in less than three months. Once I am sure she is totally submissive, I will need you to come to my home for a visit that I hope will change both of you for the rest of your life forever."

I paused for emphasis, "In the meantime, I would like you to amicably divorce Mona so that we can be married, and start a family. I plan to find a way for Mona and me to be together as often as my mom's project will allow. I can't live without her in my life. We want to find a home near you. I want our families to live close to each other. After all, we want our children to be close to there grandfather and grandmother. Oh, one last thing. Please let me reiterate how important it is for you to read up on dominant/submissive relationships. You need to learn to become more dominant and firmer with mom when I return her to you. Do you think you can do that?"

Dad replied, "Yes, Mark, as I have already said, to get my wife back, I can and will do anything. I will start working on the divorce today, and Mona will receive a very generous settlement. I will call my attorney this afternoon to see if it can be fast-tracked. I guess we can always go to Las Vegas and get a quickie divorce, and you can meet us there and get married right after the divorce. Then you can start making me some grand-children."

"Dad, will we offend you by Mona and me sleeping together while I'm here?"

"No, son, just make her happy. I know that she loves you, so just love her back. You have my blessing." Said dad.

So for the next ten days, Mona and I lived as husband and wife. After that experience, I was determined to transform my mother into a submissive woman, and my father would have to learn to be in control of my mom if he wanted to become her master for the rest of their lives. Only time would tell if both Senior and I could manage her conversion successfully. We both had a hard job facing us.The conversion of my mother, whom I now call Jennifer or Jen, went on for two full months. She waxed and waned between being obedient and fighting me for control. I continued to use the punishment and reward method to mold her personality to my satisfaction.

After two months of making progress and then regressing, I felt that I could win this war of wills. I started allowing her to sleep with me and some freedom to decide the types of sexual play we would enjoy. On some evenings we went for rides in my car just to get her out of the house. I bought her a summer wardrobe of lightweight dresses, cute sexy lingerie, and footwear.

One night we left the house just before dark with Jennifer bent down while we drove out of the drive so no one in the neighborhood could see her. Then we drove to the next town over and went to the drive-in movie. Once the film started, we moved to the back seat and fucked like rabbits. After the movie, we moved back to the front seat after the movie was over, Jen road home with her dress half-unbuttoned and utterly naked underneath.

During those two months, I was only able to be with my Mona for only two weekends. I didn't have anyone that I could trust to stay with Jennifer, and thank goodness Mona was very understanding.

On week nine, I went out shopping and called my dad and Mona. "Hi, you two. How is everything going?"

Mona quickly said, "Hi, lover boy, I sure do miss you. When can we be together again?"

Dad jumped in and said, "Son, I hope you are making progress on your project. The no-fault divorce has settled, and my attorney says that it will over in about three days. Please tell us your news."

"Dad, Mona, everything is ready. I want both of you to be here on Friday. I will pick you up at the airport and bring you both to my house after lunch. First, mom has been reborn as Jennifer or Jen. Kathy is gone forever, and now Jennifer has wholly replaced her. Dad, you will love her, and if you are strong enough to control her, she will be yours forever. I have booked flights for you that will arrive here at four in the afternoon. Mona, you and I will leave for a little pre-honeymoon once I introduce dad to Jennifer and order her to accept him as her new master. Once I am sure she completely embraces the switch, we will leave. I already know that she still loves you, dad, so I just have to make sure she is willing to let go of me, and accept you as her new Master. "

Dad responds, "I don't know or even care how you accomplished all of this in two months, but if you did, it would make me the happiest man in the world."

"Mona, bring your birth certificate with you and go have your driver's license changed to your maiden name if you can, get a copy of the divorce decree. I don't think that they will ask for a divorce decree at the license office. If they do require it, then hopefully you will have it when you come. We are going to be married on the weekend after you arrive. While on our honeymoon, we will find a justice of the peace and get married.

I said, "Dad, I am composing an email to you, which will explain what you can expect from Jenifer and the type of control and dominance she will expect from you to make her happy. I will meet both of you at the airport, and we will have lunch on the way to my home so that we can discuss the email. Once you take over control of Jenifer, it will be critical that you maintain a firm hand. She needs a strong, no non-sense man to run her life, take care of her sexual needs, and for whom she can satisfy your every need. Oh, and dad, you will have to spank her severely to make her toe the line."

I look forward to seeing both of you on Friday afternoon.

Chapter 2

On Friday, Jen and I will spend what I hope will be our last day together as Dom/Sub partners. This morning started like every morning since I started allowing her to sleep in my bed at night. I awoke to Jen's warm, wet lips surrounding my stiff shaft and her head bobbing up and down. My morning wood didn't last long, and Jen received her morning serving of protein shake.

I made a quick trip to the bathroom to empty my bladder before returning to bed to scratch Jennifer's morning itch. I decided that today had to be memorable for Jen, so I led her to the shower. I stopped her as she started to bathe me and said, "My pet, I have many surprises for you today, culminating with a huge surprise at about six or seven tonight. For now, my darling, I am going to give you the royal treatment, pick a stunning summer dress for you, from your new summer wardrobe, and then I am going to take you to the country to have a wonderful champagne brunch. How does that sound?"

Jen gave me that million-dollar smile that I loved, saying, "Sir, you have been so good to me. I am sure that I still don't deserve your kindness. Every day when I see your handsome face that looks so much like your sweet father, I think of him, and how much hurt I spread through our family. Neither of you deserved that shit, and I will carry that guilt with me for life. I am happy that your father has at least found someone with whom he can share his life and bring him happiness."

I began to wash Jen's beautiful dark hair. Then I applied her conditioner, and once it was on thoroughly, I rinsed her hair. Finally, we bathed each other from top to bottom. I carefully combed her hair and then dried it and brushed it to a lovely shimmer. Then we walked to her dresser and selected a beautiful peach colored panty and bra set, lace slip in the same color, and finally a floral summer dress. She finished the outfit with two-inch heeled sandals.

We drove away from the house with Jen's head in my lap until we reached the interstate highway. Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant where we enjoyed brunch and a bottle of Wente'® Chardonnay. It was our favorite white wine. I had the server put two more cold bottles in a bag to take with us.

Jennifer whispered, "Sir, where are we going?"

I answered, "That's a surprise."

Once lunch was paid for, and the wine and a wine opener delivered, we departed for a cabin on a nearby lake. A very private lake, VERY private lake!!!!!

Jen was very pleasantly surprised by the cabin. It was way off the highway and back in a wooded area known to only a few people. I borrowed it from a good friend's father for a couple of days.

After entering the cabin, and I immediately opened another bottle of wine. I started removing Jen's dress, but she backed off and started doing a striptease for me. Damn, she did the sexiest dance and strip I have ever seen. As she progressed with her striptease, I removed my clothes down to my boxers. Then I just stood there with a very hard cock poking out of my shorts.

Jen knelt before me wearing only the peach-colored thong and reached for my dick. Her hands were small, but she could do magic with them by sliding them, along with her mouth up and down my cock. When I shot my load in her mouth, she lapped up every drop and then licked my cock clean, and I returned to a fully hard cock due to her ministrations.

Come with me, lover. I picked Jennifer up into my arms and carried her to the bed in the largest of the two bedrooms. Since I had borrowed the cabin, I retrieved a towel to put under Jen's ass to catch our juices.

Jen knew from experience what was coming next. She automatically spread her legs, knowing that I wouldn't fuck her until she had at least two orgasms. I used my tongue in a well-practiced choreography, which made her so horny that she produced white cream that ran from the bottom of her slit to her ass crack. I moved my tongue to the perineum, that soft, smooth place between her pussy and ass hole. I flattened my tongue, licking up to just below her clit. After four or five swipes, Jen was so excited that she raised her butt off the bed. At that moment, I sucked her clit, that small nub of bundled nerve endings that now were super sensitive, into my mouth. Jennifer started shaking and shivering; then, I sucked her entire pussy in my mouth, capturing much of her girl cum, which she always produced to excess.

As Jen came down from her high, and while she was still breathing hard, I sank my cock into her wet pussy. We fucked like crazy for the next forty minutes. She had two more orgasms during our lovemaking session, and then at the start of her second climax, I reached my climax. A while later, as I felt my cock wither and slip out of the paradise of Jen's tight pussy, we moved into a sound sleep. The effect of wine and sex caused us to sleep for the next two and a half hours.

When we woke up, Jen reached up and kissed me passionately and then said, "Thank you for this, all of this, Master, you are such a wonderful master. I am so happy to belong to such a good man."

I responded, "Jennifer, I am so happy that you are enjoying yourself because I want you to be happy. I have to share something with you."

"Master, are things about to change? Am I going to be given to someone else?"

"No!!!! Well, not exactly. What if I were to tell you that there is someone who loves you even more than me? What if I told you that he wished to own you and control you in the way that I have controlled you? Finally, what if I told you that the man who desperately wants you to be his slave is my father, your ex-husband?"

Her smile became so radiant that it was like a slice of the sun itself. "Sir, are you serious? My Mark? The man I have loved since you were conceived? But.....Master, he won't know how to control me."

I reply with a smile, "Yes, he will. Like I have trained you, I have trained him. Also, if he doesn't spank your ass until you properly obey him, then I will beat your ass until you can't sit down. Is that clear, Jen?"

Jen continued, "Master, he is married now."

I answered, "He just divorced his wife. Furthermore, as you are aware, I am in love with Mona dad's ex-wife, and we are going to be married, just as soon and my father proves to both of us that he can control a wildcat like you."

"Oh, Master, I knew that you loved her, and that makes the woman that used to be your mother immensely happy. So....Master, will this be our last time together?"

"Yes, Jennifer, this is our farewell week. On Thursday afternoon, we will return to the house that I have just put on the market for sale. Sweetheart, I will always love you, and I can't honestly say that I wouldn't fancy having sex with you again occasionally. The thought of never enjoying that body of yours again is disconcerting to me. I have to tell you that my love for Mona was love at first sight and it was the same for her. Now we need to go outside so we can continue to enjoy what will likely be our last days together as Dom and submissive, however in the future, you will still obey my every command, only Mark, Sr. will supersede my orders. Is that clear? Should I need to back up Senior's control of you, then I must know that you will obey me."

"Oh, yes, Master, I will always be obedient to my men."

I asked her, "Do you want to go outside in the nude?"

Jen blushed and said, "Won't someone catch us and see us with no clothes?"

"Jen, we are all alone here, and we will be naked until we leave on Thursday. That is unless we decide to go out for dinner and dancing one night. Would you enjoy that?"

She jumped into my arms on the way to the lake and said, "Oh, sir, please take me to dinner and to dancing before you turn me over to my new master on Friday. I would love that almost as much as I love you, Master."

Once we entered the warm water, Jen swam off, and when she was thirty yards away, she turned over on her back. I saw her small but very perky breast and nipples pointing skyward, and then the curve of her pubic mound penetrated the surface of the water. I swam up to her feet, separated them so that I could approach her pussy with my mouth. After only a few licks, Jen put her feet down and then put her arms around me. She smiled and said, "This will be the second-best day of my life."

I smiled broadly, asking, "What was the best day of your life?"

"Oh, Master, it was the day that you made me your slave and took control of me, but Master, I think my next best day will be on Friday when I spend my first night with my new Master."

Chapter 3

On Thursday morning, we enjoyed one more lovemaking session. Then I said to Jen, "Tomorrow is going to be a big day for both of us. Are you prepared?"

She replied, "Yes, Master, I am prepared, but I'm also very excited to see my new master, Mark, Sr. again. When will he be here, Sir?"

I am picking them up at the airport and taking them to lunch. I had planned to speak to my father to be sure that he has adequately prepared to take control of you.

However, I now believe he wants you badly enough to have studied everything that I asked him to read before coming here. Would you go with me to lunch so that you can meet your new master?"

With a broad smile, she said, "Oh, yes, I would love to go to lunch with all of you, Master. Will you please show me what to wear for such a special occasion?"

I answered, "Yes, dear, tomorrow we will dress you in something extraordinary. Now let me ask you, Jen. I Senior starts handling you more weakly than I would, are you going to act up and test him?"

"Master, it sounds like you believe that I will not obey my new master. I believe that you think that I will rebel."

I replied, "I predict that you will test everything he does. I am warning you that if you do so, either Senior or I will blister your ass until you can't sit down for days."

On the big day, Jen followed me to her bedroom, and I chose a rose-colored strapless shelf bra and panty set, this time, a tiny cheeky panty with lace edging. Then I chose a dark pink and white floral sundress with a halter string tie behind her neck. She slipped on her two-inch heeled sandals, which I bent over to latch the straps. I brushed her hair to a shiny gloss and asked how she wished to wear it."

"Master, I would like to wear it down, and I think that I will add a few waves to the bottom with the curling iron. Would you like that look, and would my new master like it?"

"Yes, baby, he will love it, and he will love you and your new personality even more. Rember to be a good girl. Eyes down at all times unless your new master tells you to look at him. You must obey his every wish. Serve him well, and you will be with him for the rest of your life. Disobey him for long, and you will be out on the streets."

We left for the airport at eleven o'clock. Waiting at the reception area for arriving passengers, Jen said, "Master, I am so nervous that I have to pee."

Fortunately, there was a lady's bathroom just to their left. I said, "Okay, Jen. Go, but hurry back."

While she was in the lady's room, Dad and Mona arrived. I shook Dad's hand, asking him if he is ready to take charge of Jen, and he shakes his head yes. Then I grabbed Mona around the waist and swung her around twice before kissing her on the mouth. I said, "Hi, my love, I have missed you so much. I love you, baby. Were you able to get the divorce papers from the attorney?"

"Yes, and I changed my driver's license to my maiden name. So, my love, are you ready to make me your wife?" Said Mona.

"I can't wait for that moment when you become Mrs. Mark Johnson, Jr., for the rest of our lives."

We were all standing together when Jennifer Hanes (maiden name) walked out of the lady's room. Mona gave a little gasp, and Mark, Sr. gave a very low wolf whistle.

Jen walked up to my side and said, "Sir, I am back, sorry it took so long, but I wanted to make sure that my makeup was perfect."

I said, "Jen, I think that introductions are in order. Let me introduce you to my soon to be fiance' Mona Livingston and your new master, Mark Johnson, Sr."

"This is Jennifer Hanes or Jen as I often call her. She is my submissive, who I have promised to my father. Mark, are you ready to take control of this woman, love her, guide her in everything that affects her life?"

He replied in a low voice, "Yes, son, I want to take control of your slave and make her mine. I have a rental car reserved, and Jennifer, you will come with me to your home where we will undertake the transfer properly. Woman, look at me." The last comment came in a firm, take control, voice.

Jennifer moved in front of Senior and looked into his eyes. She responded, "Yes, sir, how may I serve you?" The broad smile on her face spoke volumes about her attitude, and dad's firm voice told me that he had prepared himself.

Dad said, "Young lady, are you wearing panties?"

Jen replied, "Yes, sir, my former master told me what to wear this morning. I have on a rose-colored shelf bra and matching cheeky panties."

We had surrounded Jen, and she was standing against the wall. After the last flight emptied in our small airport, the hallway was pretty empty.

Dad said, "Jennifer, lift your dress and show me your panties and your pussy. Do it now."

Without hesitation, she reached down and pinched the hem of her dress, lifting it to her chin. Her cute little panties were on display, and a wet spot over her vaginal lips was also prominent.

Senior said, "Jen, take your panties off and hand them to me."

Jen followed his instructions to the letter despite the chance someone might see her naked from the waist down. She handed her panties to my father. I could smell her familiar fragrance from where I stood three feet away.

Senior bunched them up in his hand and moved them to his nose. Inhaling Jennifer's aroma deeply, he said, "Jennifer, walk in front of us so that I can watch your ass as you walk to the baggage carousel. She moved ahead of us about five feet, and I couldn't help noticing the nice sway of that beautiful ass as she walked."

I held Mona's hand, and we all moved to the luggage arrival area. Once all the bags arrived, three for Mona and one for my father, I loaded them onto a cart for transport to the cars. Dad went to the rental counter to pick up the keys and documentation on the rental car. He grabbed his bag and rolled it behind them. Jennifer walked dutifully by his side.

I said, "Dad, you know the way to the house, so let's meet there, or would you like to have lunch somewhere.

He replied, "Jennifer and I are going to have lunch and get acquainted for a while before we head to the house. You just take care of Mona, if you know what I mean?