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We arrived home mid-afternoon the following day, which gave us time to hit the gym before Dad got home. When he did he did a double-take. Mom had been working out in baggy tee-shirts and shorts. Now she was wearing black tights and a purple top with a spaghetti strap. She was reveling in the new bod.

Dad ventured a compliment. "You look nice honey."

"Thank you dear. Randy and I worked very hard to create the new me."

She turned to me. "What do you think?"

"Well Mom, you're some hot."

"Thank you stud." She ran her hand down my chest. "You're mighty fine yourself,"

Mom, limited for the evening to a liquid diet, made smoothies. We drank them by the pool while Dad ate in front of the television. When we were done we returned to the house. Mom flipped off the television and sat on the couch. I sat beside her. She slid her leg over so it touched mine.

"Dear, I'm having breast augmentation surgery tomorrow."

Dad looked stunned and started to say something, but Mom talked over him. "Don't worry, you don't need to take time off from work. It's an out-patient procedure and Randy," placing her hand on my thigh, "will take me."

Dad got in his point in. "Don't you think you should have asked?"

Mom's eyes bore in on him, but her voice was calm, almost disdainful. "Why should I dear. I've busted my ass getting back in shape. You've provided no support and shown no interest. I ran it by the one person in the family who has been with me every step of the way." Her hand, which had laid on top of my thigh, drifted to the inside and she slowly, but openly, stroked the skin with a fingernail.

My turn. "Mom and I talked about it and I think she's gonna look great. Not that she doesn't look great now."

"Thank you. I hope you like your new-version Mama." She kissed me on the cheek, her lips lingering a beat longer than normal.

Mom turned back to Dad. "I put in on the VISA. You'll get the bill next month."

Dad said, "Well, when you have surgery I think you should tell me."

Mom's face turned red. She walked over to Dad and stood, looming over him. She spoke carefully and deliberately, her anger barely controlled. "I will do with my body whatever I want, with whomever I want. Do you understand?"

Dad broke her gaze, at this point seeming to hope she would just go away. Mom didn't move, her eyes on him, demanding an answer. He looked back at her, trying to break her stare. "Well. It's just...." Mom took a step towards him. He looked down. "Yes dear, I understand."

Mom turned the television back on and looked at me. "Honey, rub my neck." I moved to the end of the couch; she sat between my legs. I worked on her neck and shoulders. Mom slid a hand between us and found the outline of my hardening penis. She used a finger or two to trace its outline and rub its underside.

"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" she asked.

"You're nothing I can't handle."

"We'll see about that."

A few minutes later Mom stood and announced she needed a good night's sleep prior to the surgery. She took my hand in hers and said, "Why don't you tuck your Mom in."

"Dad. I'll be busy with the sexy lady. Get the dishes."

He didn't respond.

"I didn't hear you."

His voice faltered. "Of course."

Mom held my hand as we walked upstairs.

As soon as we turned down the hallway she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. Flaunting her new sexuality in front of Dad was a turn-on. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, grabbing hold of my rock hard penis. She took, in turn, each testicle into her mouth, lovingly holding them on her tongue while gently sucking. After she released them she licked my cock from base to tip and then took it's head and several inches of the staff into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Finally, looking at me, she spit it out.

"I've been wondering what this bad boy tastes like."

She stood, grabbed my erection and pulled it, and me, to the bedroom. There she pushed me back onto the bed, stripped, and reached for the bottle of lubricant, spraying some on her breasts and kneading it into her skin with her hands. She slid down my legs and leaned forward, trapping my cock between her tits.

"This is the last time you get to tittie-fuck this version of your mother."

She pushed her breasts together and I started humping her boobs. My cock retreated between the mounds until its head was barely visible and then thrust back out. Each time it speared forward Mom tried to lick it, usually successfully. The friction was heaven and I felt the cum churning in my balls. I relished the pleasure in my groin and loved watching my dick splitting Mom's tits while her tongue flicked its head.

Mom then crawfished down my body, said "This should not be problem for my liquid only diet," and took my meat into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down half-a-dozen times while jacking off the base of my cock. She then licked hard and slow from the base to the head and gently nibbled the tip. The contrast between the firm pressure when she licked the shaft and the gentle treatment of the head drove up the pressure in my balls, which only increased when she opened her mouth and again swallowed my dick. I felt it bump the back of my mouth and she had almost the entire thing between her lips when she clamped down hard, sucking at full strength, pulling her head teasingly up the length of my tool while her lips formed a tight seal around the trunk. Her soft murmurs let me know how much she was digging this oral treat. I placed my hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently.

How could Dad have let this sexual Valkyrie go to sleep?

"Suck me, suck me, fuckin' yeah, oooohhhhh, ooohhh."

Mom started to rapidly bob her head up and down, pressing her tongue hard against it as it charged in and out of her mouth, while continuing to jerk me off in time with the movement of her mouth.

"Eat my big fat cock, you horny Mom slut. Drink my jism, swallow your own son's cum. You ready to be my personal fuck-toy, to turn yourself into a big titted fuck-toy for your boy. You ready for all the cock you can handle?."

Mom grunted her assent.

I was getting close. My penis was awash with sensations; my mind thrilling at the perverted scene before me: my cock embedded in my mother's face. My balls tightened, I felt the cum rushing up my shaft, and I exploded in her mouth. Mom held on tight, swallowing every drop.

Mom raised herself on her knees and moved forward until she straddled my thigh. She started sliding her sex up and down, humping my leg.

"You up to keeping that promise stud, to give me all the cock I can handle? Are you really ready for a full time fuck-mate, someone willing to be your personal slut? Is that what you want from your Mom?"

Her copious flow was proving all the lubrication needed.

"Take my tits in your hands stud. Play with them hard, hurt my nipples."

I squeezed her breasts, twisting the nipples until she winced in pain.

Mom stopped talking, but she kept grinding her pussy against my leg. I pushed hard against her. I could tell she was close: her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open, her head pulled back. Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged.

"AHHH, ohhhhhhh, yeah, oh baby, cumming...."

I caught each nipple between my thumb and index fingers and squeezed hard.

"OHHHHHH! UMMMMM! FUCK! YEAH BABY, SQUEEZE MY TITS! OH! SQUEEZE MY TITS! FUCK! OH FUCK! YEAH! YES! YES! OH FUCK YEAH! OHHHH BABY! PINCH MY TITS! THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING!"

How could Dad not have heard that?

She slumped on to my chest. Both are bodies were covered by sweat and the smell of sex filled the room. Eventually she rolled off of me and we held each other and drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

Mom's surgery went without a hitch. She proudly displayed her new breasts when we got home. They were big, fat, beautiful, and firm. They were also bruised and sore; there would be no playing with them for a few days. That night we downloaded a movie. Dad watched it with us. Mom, still groggy from the anesthesia, cuddled in my arms, her new tits pressed against me. She thanked me for being such a sweet boy and taking such good care of her. She expressed her appreciation by stroking my body and kissing me in ways not motherly.

Over the next few days Mom delighted in both displaying her new boobs and pushing Dad around. The first night while I swam laps in the pool, she came downstairs wearing a black lacy baby doll which covered only a portion of her breasts. The outline of her nipples was clearly visible. She talked to Dad for a few minutes – she told me he was essentially dumbstruck – and then went outside to sit by the pool while I finished swimming. She then led me back though the house and up the stairs.

The next day she called Dad on his way home and told him to pick up some sun block. He arrived home to find the two of us by the pool, Mom wearing sunglasses, a bikini top that barely covered her nipples, and a thong. While he stood there Mom did my back, and then I hers, my hands roaming freely over her butt and the sides of her fat breasts. Dad walked away; he did not want to accept what he was seeing.

The next night she showered and then appeared wearing only one of my tee-shirts, which clung to her damp body. When I entered the living room, wearing a towel around my wet bathing suit, Mom said to Dad, "Honey, don't we have quite the young hunk living in the house." She put her hands on my upper chest. "Nice pecs, and," running her hands slowly down my chest, "quite the hard flat stomach." She slapped my butt, a firm thunk filling the room. "Nice ass. Randy, what ladies are you entertaining now that Patricia's left town?"

"Mom, a gentleman never tells."

"You headed for the shower?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I going to talk to your Dad for a few minutes. Give me a good night kiss."

She placed a hand on my hip, her thumb inches from my hardening cock, which was happily obscured by the towel. She brought her lips to my mouth and kissed me, a kiss that lasted far longer than it should. It was all I could do to stop myself from ramming my tongue into her mouth.

I stopped at the top of the stairs.

"Your big-titted wife has a horny pussy tonight. Your dick ready to fuck it."

She bent forward, exposing her bra-less tits, and licked Dad from his chin up the side of his face.

"Dear," he said, "it's late and I've had a lot to drink."

"Don't worry, I'll do all the work. All you have to do is get hard."

Her hand was on his groin, working his thing. She yanked his belt out and pulled down his pants, rasing her tee shirt to expose her shaven pussy. When she moved I could see his groin; it was at full mast. Whatever genes I had inherited from him were unrelated to the size of my member; his was neither particularly long nor particularly wide. She half-pushed him to the floor and then straddled him, rubbing the head of his penis in her strong fingers as she aimed it for her pussy.

Then, in a muffled voice, he said, "Oh God," and came. A few drops of cum burped out of his cock, dripping into her hand. He immediately asked her to let go, complaining that his penis was highly sensitive after an orgasm.

She stood up. "I guess I'll have to bring myself off again tonight." She let the tee-shit fall past her exposed pussy. "I'll have your son tuck me in."

She headed up the steps. I was waiting. "Ready to eat my cunt, stud?" We headed for the bed, where I did. I was then the recipient of one of her spectacular blow jobs.

* * * *

Although Mom's tits were sore and off-limits, at least twice a day our hands and mouths found their way to the other's groin. We got more and more blatant. In Dad's plain view we cuddled and kissed and I held Mom in ways sons don't hold mothers: standing behind her, my erection pressed into her ass, my arms wrapped around her grazing the underside of her massive tits. We paraded around the house in the tiniest of bathing suits. Dad, hunkered down in his chair, was desperate not to know what was going on around him.

On Friday morning Mom announced that she and I were going to a burlesque show in the city that evening.

Dad seemed a bit flabbergasted, "But I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

Mom peered at him, "Surely you don't need help packing?"

"I thought the family should be together tonight."

"It's Friday night. You'll be asleep in your chair by 9:00 P.M. I want to have some fun and watching you fall asleep is not my definition of fun. The show starts at 10:00. There will be plenty of time for family activities."

* * * *

That evening I was still upstairs when I received a text from Mom, who was dressing in the master bedroom.

"GO TO THE FRONT PORCH."

A porch wrapped around the front of the house, including the master bedroom. You could always find a slit in the blinds to check out the action. When I did I instantly hardened: Mom was wearing arguably the skimpiest, tightest dress ever made. It was green and short; it reached over the curve of her ass, almost. I would study it all evening and I wasn't quite sure it didn't expose the downward slope of her rump. It had one loose-fitting sleeve; the other side was sleeveless, showing off Mom's muscular arm. She had on a wide blue ring which matched her shoes, a pair of sunglasses, and dangling earrings ending in large loops. All this was complemented by blue pumps with a one inch platform and six inch heels.

They were in the middle of an argument.

"So what it is dear, do I look like a slut or a whore?"

Dad was trying to explain. "You're making a spectacle of yourself."

"I didn't build this," gesturing to her body, "to sit home and darn your socks. I plan to go out and be noticed. You think I look like a slut? How about this? We send your son out for the evening and you fuck the slut out of me. You can have me anyway you want. You can tie me to the bed, spank me, fuck me up the ass, or we can stay in the good old missionary position, whatever you want. But you fuck me so long and so hard and so good that there is no slut left in me. You fuck my slutty body until there's only a good girl left."

Dad interrupted, "Don't talk like that."

Mom advanced on my retreating father. "Don't talk like a horny slut! Than fuck me so hard that I won't feel like a horny slut." She lifted her dress, displaying a thong. "Fuck this hot slut's pussy so she won't feel like talking like that."

"Stop it."

"I know, you want me to beg. Then I will. Please husband, please fuck my slutty pussy, please. Please fuck the whore out of me."

Dad, instead of throwing her on the bed, looked overwhelmed. He was entirely flustered. "What will your son say when he sees you like that."

"I guess we'll have to ask him."

That was my cue. I knocked on the bedroom door.

"Come in."

I walked in, eyeballed Mom head-to-toe, and said, "Damn, you look good. No one's going to pay attention to the show."

"Thank you son, your Dad can't seem to decide if I look more like a whore or a slut. What do you think?'

"Do I have to choose?"

"Yes."

Mom walked towards me and stopped only when her breasts lightly touched my chest. She straightened out my shirt and collar and pushed some of my hair back in place.

"I certainly couldn't afford you if you were a prostitute, so I'll have to go with slut."

"Done," Mom replied, "tonight I'm your slut."

Mom turned to face Dad, standing by my side. She slipped her hand around my waist. I ran a hand down her back, landing on her ass. While Dad could not see my hand, the movement of my arm left little doubt as to where it was.

"It seems your knows how to treat a slut. We'll be back late. Don't wait up. We'll say good-bye tomorrow."

With that, holding hands, we left the room. Dad muttered a desultory okay.

* * * *

Mom was as big a hit at the show as anyone on stage. The producer offered her a part in the production and when she refused, made sure she had his card. Acceding to the audience's cheers, she danced with the cast at the end of the show, her tits bouncing in her tiny outfit. She spent the ride home sucking my cock, nursing me along so I didn't come until we pulled into the garage. We left a trail of clothes on the way to the upstairs bedroom.

"Those tits ready?" I asked.

She squeezed them a few times. "Yes, still a little sore, but fuck yes."

I tried not to be rough, but I explored them with the enthusiasm of a hungry infant, covering their entire surface with an assortment of kisses and licks. Then I tried long licks; she liked it best when I started at the bottom and traveled about, finally making my way to her areolas and finishing with an extra-firm swipe of her erect red nipples. Her nipples had lost none of their sensitivity. I sucked them into my mouth, coating them with my spit.

Mom loved it. "Do you like Mommy's big fat slut titties? Mommy got them for you baby; Mommy got fat titties for her baby boy. Do they make your thick dick hard? Did you like the way people stared at them tonight? Were they as nice as those of the ladies in the show? Suck my tits baby, lick 'em, feels so good, feels so good."

I soon had her panting and moved down her hard flat belly in a series of kisses and nips, headed for her cunt, whose odor was mixing with her perfume and our sweat. As I ran my tongue hard across her clit, I slipped a finger into her anus. There I found the butt plug.

"Oh," feigning ignorance, she said, "I forgot. Before I danced with the cast I had one of the girls slip it in. While I was gyrating on stage it was moving around inside, it felt so fucking good. Take it out."

I removed it, laid it aside, and grabbed the lubricant. I coated my middle finger and inserted it into her backside. She was incredibly tight.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh baby, feels so good, fuck Mommy with your finger."

She pulled my head to her cunt while I fingerfucked her ass. The power of her grip on the back of my head was striking. After a few minutes I used two fingers to stimulate and further lubricate her asshole. I also gave her pussy a thorough tongue lashing; I remembered how quickly I had come the first time I had ass-fucked her. If I had any hope of bringing her off this time she would need to be close to the edge before I started.

I slid my fingers into her butt as deep as they would go and brought them back to massage just inside her anus, where she was the most sensitive. Mom was approaching the edge; pussy juice was flowing, she was humping my face, and her groans echoed in the room. Her asshole was also convulsing, clamping down so hard on my fingers that I found it difficult to move.

She let me know she was ready: "God that feels good. Where's the lubricant?"

I handed it to her. She stood, coated my cock, stood and leaned against the bed frame'

"FUCK MY ASS!!"

I applied a last dollop of lubricant to her asshole and fitted the head of my dick against her anus. Slowly increasing my force in a series of short jabs, her sphincter's resistance gradually faded until I popped inside. She immediately clamped down, squeezing the head of cock. I held it there, allowing her time to adjust. I reached around her to her clitoris, but my hand met hers.

"Let me baby, more experienced. Hurts, so good, so good. My tits, hold my tits. Feels so good son."

I took her breasts into my hands as she frigged her clitoris. Soon her comments devolved into an unintelligible series of whimpering moans while I entered her, an inch or two at a time until I was all the way in, After allowing her a moment to adjust, began fucking her in long steady strokes. When I got to the point where only the head of my cock was in her I stopped to let Mom work it with her ass muscles.

I was right to get Mom worked up before I entered her. It was a struggle not to dump my load. She had been on the edge when we started. It wouldn't take much more to bring her off.We continued fucking. Mom's breathed in time with our motion, pushing against me as I entered her. Her moans intensified and her head dropped down, her brown hair cascading past her face. Then Mom started bucking violently. She no longer stimulated her clit with a finger, but was pushing the entire heel of her hand against her quim. I worked her tits, squeezing the nipples between my fingers, while thrusting into her in a hard corkscrewing motion.

I taunted her. "God, you're a hot sexy bitch. And what a slut. Dressing like a whore, bringing your son to a burlesque show, dancing on stage. Displaying your hard sexy body to strangers. It was so fucking hot!"

That was enough to set her off. "So good, so good. You like Mommy's ass, don't you baby. You're going to fuck my ass all the time, aren't you baby. So good, so, ohhhh, fuck, ohhhhhhhh, fucking shit, goddammnnnn BABY, CUMMINGGGGG............"

I let go of her breasts as her body convulsed, grabbing her hips to keep my cock inside her. I focused on the mechanics of what we were doing in a difficult, but successful, effort to stave off my own orgasm. After she calmed down I resumed a lazy, slow ass-fucking, which was getting a little easier as Mom's anal channel adjusted to my fat cock.

Mom looked over her shoulder. She licked her lips and said, "You didn't come?"

I nodded no.

"You are quite the stud. It looks like I picked the right lover. Let's do it again, but leave the head of that mother fucking-tool just inside. I'm so fucking sensitive there."

I pulled back until only the head of my cock inside her. She started flexing her ass muscles, using them to massage my penis and titillate herself. While she did so she sank four fingers inside herself while roughly rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. Her body was covered with sweat and she stank of sex, not pretty sweet sex, but sex of the most feral fundamental kind. This woman didn't want to be made love to, she wanted to be fucked. Although the way she was working my cockhead was sending waves of pleasure through my body, I couldn't get the image of power-fucking her asshole out of my mind. I angled her forward, took a firm hold of her hips, and pushed forward, vigorously fucking the hottest tightest place I imagined I would ever be.

"You're such a slut Mom. Giving your son your asshole. Is Mommy ready to her son's anal-slut? I love your asshole, it's like fucking a vise. You ready to be my live-in whore, slutty Mom."

"Take me, fuck me so hard it hurts, pinch my nipples...."

I fucked her asshole with as much power as her tight ass would allow. She pushed back as hard as I pushed in and the sound of our bodies smacking together joined our lustful moans. I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched until I elicited a painful wince from Mom.

Neither of us had much hope of lasting long at this pace and I was damn close. I had to push Mom along.

"Such a tight asshole, perfect place for my cock, never felt anything like it. You're the sexiest thing on the planet, so sexy, so hot, fuck-mate, fuck your son, give your son your asshole, your baby boy is fucking you, he loves your tight ass, be his whore you bit titted slut..."

Mom was getting close. "Yes, yes, yes slut whore slut whore. Mommy will be your fuck toy. Mommy loves your cock, best fuck, best fuck. Make me your whore. Take me. Fuck me. Mommy's cumming, cumming, AHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

I had no chance. As the muscles of her ass contracted I sprayed myself inside her. Totally absorbed in my orgasm I barely noticed when Mom fell away, slithering onto the bed. I soon joined her. As we lay together, I inserted a finger in her asshole, gathering a combination of the lubricant, my cum, and her anal juices and held it up to her. She licked it clean.

"Clean my cock."

After she finished she turned to me, her eyes triumphant. "Was I slutty enough tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid you're gonna be more than I can handle."

"We'll just have to find out, won't we."

* * * *

We woke late the next morning. I could hear Dad downstairs, carrying things to his car in anticipation of his trip. I put on a bathrobe and headed downstairs.

"You slept in. What time did the two of you get in?"

"Late, Dad. Not sure when."

"You and your Mom's shoes and your shirt were on the floor. I put the shoes over there." He gestured to the corner. "I washed the shirt. Its hanging up to dry."

I thanked him. He then turned to what was really on his mind. "I want to talk to you about your mother. I'm worried about her. She's out of control."

"Dad, she's perfectly in control, just not yours. She's making her own rules now. You either get on board or get out of the way. Personally, I'm on board."

"Son, you saw how she dressed last night."

"I love the way she dressed last night. Mom's a sexy hard-bodied woman. What's wrong with having a gorgeous woman around the house; I'm always good for some eye candy. What I can't figure is why your not taking advantage of it. If I were you I'd be fucking the shit out of her. Is she too much woman for you? "

"You're talking about your mother."

"I know she's my mother. I also know she's sexy as hell."

Mom's voice interrupted the conversation. "You packed?' She was slightly damp from a shower and was wearing a silk kimono with nothing underneath. The outline of her massive tits and nipples was clearly visible.

"Yes."

I walked over to her, pecking her on the lips. My chest bumped her breasts.

"We were just talking about you."

"All good, I hope."

"All good. We were talking about what a sexy piece you are." I patted her ass.

Dad started to say something, but Mom spoke first. "Why, thank you son." She kissed me again and faced Dad, arms on hips, legs spread, presenting herself. "Does your father agree?"

I came up from behind and lay an arm across her shoulders. "Mom, he doesn't seem to appreciate you as much as I would think most men would."

Mom picked up Dad's biggest bag. I took the next biggest. Dad grabbed a small overnight bag. "We'll walk you to the garage."

After we loaded the car, Mom told me to wait inside. I returned to the house and went out the front door, circling around to a garage window.

The driver's door was open. Dad's was standing inside the door, his back against the door frame. Mom was about an inch from him.

"Dear, I've worked so hard to get this hard sexy body. I can see all these men, hell I can see women, staring at me, wanting to fuck me. Even our son looks at me in ways not natural. And I am so horny, I want to be fucked all the time. You're just not doing your part."

Her hand was rubbing his crotch.

"I feel some interest down there. Maybe I can inspire you."

"Honey, I've got to get to the airport."

"Don't worry, if memory serves, this never takes you too long."

Mom freed his erection and pushed him back into the driver's seat, facing the door. Mom got on her knees, took him in her mouth, and swallowed most of his penis, pulling back until only the head was between her lips. As she bobbed up and down the movement of her cheeks showed how intensely she was working his cock. Dad's eyes were closed and his body moved in time with Mom's head. I knew the power of Mom's blow jobs. Dad wasn't going to last long.

Then he came. "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear, uhhhh."

Mom stood, opened the kimono, and pulled his head forward, inches from her sex. "Return the favor."

In a pleading tone he said, "But dear, I've got a plane to catch."

Mom let go of his head and he sank back into the car. She towered over him. Fear was on his face.

"You can have this," gesturing to her physique, "and you're worried about a plane? Okay, honey, I'll see you when get back."

Dad turned to face the steering wheel and hit the garage door opener. I beat it back to the kitchen, but Mom was there first. As we heard the garage door shut and Dad back out of the driveway, she undid the kimono, pushed her body against mine, draped her arms over my shoulders, and gave me a deep kiss.

"You enjoy the show?"

I was busted. "It was, interesting."

"Guess it was. You've wanted me as a fuck-mate. He's hopeless, you've got me. Fuck your Mommy. Fuck her deep, hard, and right now."

Mom dropped the kimono and placed both hands on the kitchen counter, pushing her ass into the air. I shed my robe and took my place behind her. She reached between her legs, took hold of my stiff cock, and slipped it into a very ready, very wet, cunt. She was cooing and sighing and whimpering, waiting to be fucked.

I took Mom at her word, there would be no foreplay; only a good powerful fuck. I thrust my hard-on into her; she lunged back at me with equal force. Our bodies made a sharp smacking sound as they came together. We quickly found our rhythm.

"That's the way, baby! Ram it into me! Oh, God...oooaooohh., ahhhhhh.. . good.. .SO GOOD!"

"God, I've wanted you Mom. I've longed for this day. Your pussy is so sweet, as tight and soft and wet as I've dreamed. From now on you're mine. Say it."

"God yes, I'm yours. You know how to fuck your Mommy. Fuck her hard. Fuck me. My pussy's so wet! Fuck my cunt, do it hard!"

Mom's cunt muscles were working my cock over with such gusto that I doubted I would have been able to move it without the lubrication pouring from her.

"God, you're tight!" I said as I continued to ream her out. "Oh yeah Mom, I need it. So fucking tight! Do you like it? That's what you wanted, isn't it? Am I fucking you hard enough, Mom? You like it? You like a big hard cock up your cunt? Was it worth waiting for?"

"Do it harder!" Mom practically screamed. She pushed away from the kitchen counter, supporting herself on her outstretched arms. "Harder. Kill me with it, stud. Oh, shit, I love your cock fucking my cunt! Mom needs your cock all the way inside her. I WANT YOUR CUM!"

I tried to give the lady what she wanted. Holding her hips, I fucked her with all my power. She lowered her torso until her massive tits flattened against the counter. Her body was twisting and turning as I delivered wave after wave of excruciating delight. She dug her heels into the floor, her ass shimmying. My cock was reveling in the silken wet tight perfection of her cunt.

At this pace neither of us was going to last long. Mom started a now familiar pattern of deep moans, moving her hands to the wall for leverage. She rocked her body against mine with the same force as I was thrusting forward. I could feel the cum churning inside my balls. Then, as I felt myself about to explode, Mom shouted, "FUCK, CUMMING. SO FUCKING GOOD!!" Her cunt contracted hard on my cock and she pushed back, using her hips and hands with all her strength. My cock, as deep as it could ever go, bumped her womb and I came, blasting my seed into her pussy for the first time.

Only half conscious, I staggered back into a kitchen chair. Mom leaned against the counter, leaving me with a perfect view of her vagina as my cum dripped from her and crawled down her legs. I could see red marks on her hips, left by the firm grip I had on her when we fucked. After a few minutes she came over and sat on the chair facing me, her legs straddled on either side of mine, her forearms on my shoulders, my chin resting against her boobs.

"Is this what you want, your Mom as a live-in, ever available, fuck-mate? You won't need to go chasing pussy now, mine is here 24/7. However, I warn you Buster, I am a very horny woman and its been a long time since the sex has been worth a damn in this house. I may wear you out."

* * * *

We moved into the master bedroom and spent the rest of the weekend fucking, sleeping, eating, and working out. On Monday we threw our jobs into the mix. That evening, our sweaty bodies tangled together after a good titty-fuck, my cum still smeared on cer chest and face, Mom surveyed the room.

"You know, I designed this part of the house and I've always loved it. You and I are moving in. In this house, at least, we're going to be unabashed lovers. Which brings us to your father. What are we going to do with him?"

I had given that question a lot of thought and had a rather radical proposal.

"Well, you could divorce him, but he might raise the fact that you're screwing your son. We could rely on him continuing to live in denial and sleep together upstairs. However, I have a more daring idea."

"Go ahead."

"Dad's self-esteem is shot. You and I treat him like the village idiot and he just sits there and takes it. His ego is so fragile that he's protecting it by ignoring the obvious, that you've dumped him in favor of his son. He's also spending the week with Grandad. By the time he gets back from that he should be a emotional wreck. Why not break him? Break his spirit completely and mold him into something useful."

Mom sat up, brushed the hair from her eyes, and was quiet for several minutes. You could see the wheels turning. Finally she said, "It might work."

It was heaven; a week of trying to satisfy a gorgeous hard-bodied uninhibited woman looking to make up for eighteen years of lackluster sex. I was sore; she was sore; but we kept at it. When not fucking, we planned Dad's subjugation. Unfortunately for me, the final plan included keeping me orgasm free for thirty-six hours, starting on Friday, the day before his return.

When Dad walked into the living room on Saturday I was sitting on the couch, his naked wife, fat tits bouncing, hair flying wildly, was straddling me while spearing herself on my cock. "Fuck me, oh yes! Fuck oh fuck, yes! Cram it deep! Shove it as deep as it'll fuckin' go in my cunt!"

"Oh my God," were the first words out of Dad's mouth.

Mom looked at him, then at me. Her breathing ragged, she said, "Shit, it's home." She turned to Dad. "Sit down and shut up."

Still staring at us, he said, "You can't...."

Mom slid off me and, stark naked, pussy shining, tits swaying, walked unhurriedly to Dad and slapped him hard across the face, knocking him off balance. In a calm voice she said, "You don't say what I can and can't do. Now do what you're told. Sit down and shut up." When he stood there, dumb, she grabbed him by the shirt collar, dragged him across the room, and pushed him into a chair.

Dad initially just sat there, uncomprehending while Mom looked at me, sank a finger into her cunt, licked the juice off, and said, "Where were we?"

That's when Dad started to stand up. "What is going..."

Mom slowly turned to face him. Her voice reflected a barely controlled rage. Dad froze.

"What is going on is obvious. I'm fucking or, at least, I was fucking until your fat ass wandered in, our son. Randy, give me a hand. It can't seem to take direction."

When I stood Dad slumped into the chair. Mom slapped him across the face, leaving a red mark; Dad didn't raise his hands to defend himself. Instead he sat there in immobile shock when Mom and I used plastic ties to secure his arms and legs to the chair. When Dad tried to say something Mom took hold of his jaw and forced open his mouth. I pushed a small rubber ball in. Mom secured it with duct tape.

Mom then turned into my arms. Our bodies pressed together and we shared a slow sexy French kiss. She fondled my cock, I her breasts.

After we broke the kiss Mom said, "Dumb-ass has sort of killed the mood. He can't fuck worth a shit and he ruins it when I fucking someone who can. Why don't you and I take a shower and get some lunch."

"You know how Dad likes to watch televison." I flipped on the set.

The screen lit up to a sex tape Mom and I had made. Dad tried to look away, but couldn't help but watch. He would learn that in the years of his marriage he had never come close to doing to Mom what I did. He would watch her beg, scream, and cry through orgasm after orgasm and discover that Mom shamelessly did for me what she'd never did for him. He would listen to Mom marvel at my skills in bed and my cock while derogating him and his. It was beyond humiliating.

After our long hot shower Mom and I walked through the living room on the way to the kitchen. I was wearing boxer shorts, Mom an apron; her hair pulled back in a pony tail. Dad was staring at the tape, his face a complete blank. We made lunch and sat on the couch to eat, while watching me fuck Mom doggie-style on what had been his bed. She howled in pleasure as I brought her a series of thundering orgasms.

When we finished our meal I turned off the television. Mom trained a video camera on Dad, who sat placidly, all struggle having deserted him.

"Smile for the camera, dear." Dad looked at it.

"Good. I belong to your son. He is my lover. He is my husband. Over the summer he took me from you. He did it right in front of you and you didn't put up a fight. Hell, you didn't even object. He knows what to do with a woman, you don't. He's the man of the house. We may let you stay, but you'll need to learn to do what you're told when you're told to do it."

I piped in. "You're not man enough for this woman. Shake your head if you agree, boy."

Dad looked at Mom, who had sunk her hand in my shorts and was caressing my cock. Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.

Mom raised a hand as if to slap him. Eyes wide, he moved his head rapidly up and down.

"You're a pussy, a wimp, a bean-counting nothing. Mom and I rule, you serve. Any questions?"

Dad sat still.

"Your Master asked you a question."

Dad shook his head no.

Mom pulled my erect penis free from the boxers. He was staring at it. "Your son brings me off with this tool several times a day. Isn't it magnificent. So much bigger than yours and god, does he know how to use it. You know, all these years, I never came with you. In the early years I faked it; the last few years I haven't even bothered with that. I know you're probably thinking that the cow in bookkeeping you've been taping on the side likes it, but even she's bullshitting you."

Dad looked confused.

"Of course I knew about her and of course I didn't object. The more time you spent sticking that useless thing at her, the less I had to see it. But I thought you might enjoy this."

Mom set her iPad before Dad. On it appeared an image of a woman I had met at the dealership. She was about six years older than Dad and, as Mom had said, far from attractive.

"She was gossiping about you with a friend of mine. The quality is crude, but you'll get the meaning."

Mom hit a button and the woman said, "He's very sweet and he treats me well, but as to sex, you can't say much. I let him come inside me and I pretend to like it, but its pretend. The entire thing it's, well, a bit yucky."

The recording ended.

"You've always been useless. Your father sees Randy as the future of the company; he prefers Randy to you but, well, who wouldn't. I talked to him and he said he'd understand if I simply tossed your ass out on the street. But Randy and I may give you a chance to make a contribution. You've failed as a man, a son, a husband, a father, a lover, and a businessman. Maybe you can be a slave."

Mom cut the ties binding Dad to the chair and ripped the duct tape from his face. Dad shuddered in pain. Spots of blood filled in the patches where the skin had been torn away.

"Slave, on all fours."

Shaking, he fell to his hands and knees, his ugly belly swinging below him.

She kicked him. "You need to move faster than that. You shall call me Mistress. You shall call your son, my lover, Master. You will confirm that you understand all commands."

Dad said nothing. Mom kicked him.

"You stupid shit, don't you understand instructions. Do you understand your place? Do you understand how to address us?"

Dad's lips were quivering as he looked at Mom and then me. He bowed his head, looking at the floor. "I understand Mistress."

Now Mom said something I had to be talked into. "Suck your Master's cock."

He looked up at her. There was no defiance in his eyes, they only begged for release. When he saw none was coming he crawled over to me and took hold of my penis.

"Open your mouth and swallow it. Make sure you don't nick me with your teeth. If you do I'll kick the shit out of you," I said.

Dad worked his jaw several times and opened his mouth as wide as he could. My cockhead barely squeezed between his lips. And although I had never had any homosexual inclinations, I must admit watching my cock disappear into Dad's face was turning me on. After my erection reached the back of his mouth I took hold of his head and started fucking his face.

"Use your tongue to bathe the underside of your Master's cock."

He mumbled what I think was a "Yes Mistress," and did as ordered. Mom sat on the couch, and kissed me, stroking my testicles. When Dad closed his eyes, Mom commanded him to keep them open.

I rammed my thing in and out of his mouth with complete disregard for his comfort. I loved watching my cock plunge into my father's face. His gagging only turned me on more. Dad's mouth was tight and warm and he frantically sucked and licked. I started to feel the jism churning in my balls.

Mom, who was monitoring my arousal, saw what was happening. When she ordered Dad to stop, he pulled up, red faced and panting, drool dripping from his mouth, eyes wide. As he watched Mom started jerking me off, tugging on my hard cock until I exploded all over his face. In the thirty-six hours since my last orgasm I had accumulated an immense load of cum. It throughly coated Dad's face and started sliding down his cheeks and chin. He squatted there, immobile.

His break was of short-standing. "Stand up, drop your pants, and lean against the couch, ass up."

"Yes Master." Dad struggled to get his repulsive body off the floor. When he did I took my place behind him, spread his ass cheeks, and pushed my still hard cock into his asshole in one long brutal stroke. He screamed.

Mom watched us, playing with her tits and cunt. "How is it, honey? As good as mine?"

"No ass is as good as yours Mom, but he is tight. I figured fagboy here probably has shared his asshole with a slew of other men. Is that true fagboy? Have you had other cocks up your ass?"

"Yes Master, my first year of college my roommate and I experimented."

I brutally reamed out my father's asshole, plunging my immense cock in and out as deep as it would go. Mom, who had started staring at his groin, finally said, "My god, slave likes being fucked up the ass, his little dick is getting hard."

She grabbed his penis, stroking it.

"You like your son fucking you up the ass?"

Dad groaned, "Yes Mistress."

"You like being a slave, don't you? Its perfect for a worthless piece of shit like you."

"Yes Mistress. I'm worthless, I was born to be a slave."

"Do you want to come slave?"

"Yes Mistress, may I come please?"

"Tell us what you are?

Dad's response was interspersed with moans of sexual pleasure. "I am a slave, a piece of property, unnh, chattel born to serve my Mistress and Master. Unnnnnnhhhh. I am a worthless piece of shit. I am a faggot. A tiny dicked faggot. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'll be a good slave, I promise. Please let me serve you, please don't throw me out, please...."

"Come slave."

Dad emitted a sharp groan and came, his seed sliding onto Mom's hand. The combination of his tight ass and blatant submission set me off and I sprayed a load inside his asshole. When I pulled my cock out it was spotted with Dad's blood and shit.

Dad was gasping for air, slumped over the arm of the couch. Mom, was berating him. "You are quite a worthless faggot, coming while being anally raped by your own son. Maybe you have value as a slave you didn't as a man. Kneel before your Mistress."

"Yes Mistress." Dad, did so, half-falling to the floor.

Mom pulled apart her labia, exposing her clitoris. It was red and erect, poking out of its hood. "Lick until told to stop."

"Yes Mistress."

Mom pulled Dad's face tightly against her. He started lapping his tongue on Mom's sex. While he did so I played with her heavy breasts and kissed her neck and shoulders. I could tell by the way she was rocking her hips that she loved it.

"You know lover, back when slave was a man, he used to tell me eating pussy was gross. Or he would lick me a few times and say his tongue was worn out. He's licking good now, like a good little puppy dog.

She started rubbing herself hard into his face.

I took her fat tits in my hands, working them over. When she felt her orgasm approaching, Mom placed her feet on Dad's shoulders and shoved him to the floor. She turned to me. "Play with my cunt, stud."

I twisted the nipple on a tit and pressed my thumb hard against her clit, capturing and rolling it against her body. I was unrelenting. She was breathing heavily, losing herself in the approaching orgasmic fog. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her

"FUCK FUCK OH YEAH BABY, OH BABY, OOH BABYY, MAKE MOMMY CUM!!!!!!"

I kept working her tits and pussy until she exploded and then held her as her body shook. Through her orgasm. Afterwards she leaned against me, her head on my shoulder, and gave me a big kiss. "Thank you baby, you make your Mommy feel so good."

We sat while Mom caught her breath. Finally, she said, "I don't feel like standing up, but I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Use it." I pointed at Dad.

Dad, who had sat their dumbly watching us, fitted his face to Mom's crotch. Mom pissed. He did a workmanlike job, managing to gobble down most of the urine. Some, however, dribbled down his face and onto his shirt, body, and floor.

"Now I gotta piss."

Without my asking, Dad placed the head of my cock in his mouth. I let out an intense stream. He gagged, but drank the golden liquid. Only a small rivulet escaped his mouth. When I was done he licked my cock, cleaning off the remnants of his pillaged asshole.

I turned to Mom and we started to make out. After an especially long, drawn-out, sensual kiss Mom came up for air and queried, "Well, do we get rid of it or keep it?"

This was the moment of decision. What would Dad do? We got an immediate answer: Dad started crying, blubbering, shaking. As he wept, he struggled to speak. "Please let me stay. I'll be a good slave, I will serve my Mistress and Master."

Mom looked whimsically at me, "It's crying."

"How could you have married this?"

"I was carrying you, stud, that's how. Now you've got eighteen years of awful sex to make up for."

Mom slapped Dad hard, knocking him to his back. "Go upstairs and shower, you look like shit. We laid some clothes out for you, put those on. Then report for instructions.

"Yes Mistress." Dad got to his wobbly feet and headed upstairs.

After he climbed the stairs I turned my gaze back to my mother. As always, I was struck by her physical perfection. Her arms and legs were lean and muscular. Her ass was round and hard, seemingly immune to gravity. Her hourglass figure featured a flat stomach and a massive set of firm round tits set high on her chest. Her brown tanned skin blended into her wild brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes, all of which emphasized her dazzling white smile. She was sex incarnate, libido in motion, with a sexual drive and hunger that exceeded my own. And she was all mine.

The look on her face told me that breaking Dad had turned her on as much as it did me. And then another thought intruded. Not only was she mine to fuck at will, a voracious and always ready fuck-buddy, but she was my partner, my soul mate. She and I were united for life. Dad was only the first step in our new life together.

My face must have reflected my thoughts. Mom ran a finger across my chest.

"Are you about to go all sentimental on me?"

"I love you Mom," I said.

"I love you too, son. I am yours: body, heart, and soul. I'm yours now and forever, I'm your Mommie-slut. You helped build this," gesturing to her body, " and now you own it."

We kissed, enjoying the feel of our bodies against each other. And although we began slowly, as was inevitable with my mother, lust could not be corralled for long and soon our mouths were tearing against each other, our hands roving over each other's bodies.

After we broke the kiss, Mom leaned her forehead against my chest, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"So I take it you approve of Mommie-cunt?"

Before I could answer I heard a noise on the stairs. Dad was standing there. I don't know for how long. He was freshly scrubbed and wearing black pumps, lacy woman's underwear, and a bra.

"Clean the urine you left on the floor. Then move your stuff to the upstairs bedroom and my property to the bedroom I will share with your wife."

"Yes Master."

As Dad headed for the kitchen, Mom got on her knees and wrapped her mouth around my cock. After throughly wetting it, she visited its length with a series of sweet sticky kisses. Dad returned from the kitchen with a wash cloth and a bucket of soapy water, got on all fours, and started to scrub, pretending to ignore his wife as she worshiped his son's cock with her mouth.

Mom took the head back in her mouth, sliding more and more of it between her lips until five inches were steadily moving in and out. She put on a show, sucking noisily while the constant movement of her cheeks demonstrated how eager she was to suck the cum from my balls. All the time she kept a firm grip on the base of my tool, stroking me with her powerful hand.

As she sucked she moaned, "Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," letting Dad know how much she loved the hard cock stuffed into her face. Dad weakened and occasionally glanced at us as he scrubbed the floor. Mom cupped my balls, her fingers touching and stroking my heavy testicles.

"Mom, you're incredible, a born cock-sucker."

Mom spit out my rod and licking along its length like a child with an ice cream cone, then let it bump and slide over her face. I ran my hands through her brown hair, guiding her to take the shaft back in her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the head of my tool before she sank her face over it. After it reached the entrance to her throat she slowly pulled back, letting it slide out while encased in her firmly compressed lips. She started moving her face up and down on my cock, harder and faster, grunting each time it banged into the back of her mouth. I matched my movements to hers, pushing into her hungry face. She looked up at me, her eyes needy. Ecstasy rocked though my throbbing rod.

I locked my eyes on Mom's.

"God you're magnificent, a cock hungry slut. I love the way you eat my dick."

My cock was bumping the entrance to her throat. Mom gagged once or twice, but she soon got the reaction under control. She placed herself at my mercy as I rammed my pole into her near defenseless mouth. Still she managed to roll her tongue all over my throbbing member as it pounded her face, waiting for me to explode.

Dad was on the floor, purportedly cleaning up the last of the urine stains, but unable to stop watching his wife at the mercy of his son's dick.

It was a mind-bending blow-job. Finally my body stiffened and the cum in my balls churned and boiled over. I pushed Mom's head onto my cock and issued a deep guttural, "FUCK, EAT IT ALL!"

It was then that I detonated inside her mouth, pumping my cum into her face, filling her with my salty hot goo. Mom captured every drop. After she sucked out the last morsel she stood, slowly, languidly, and made a show of churning my heavy cum inside her mouth, savoring the taste. She then placed her fingers on Dad's lips, opening his mouth, and bent over and let my cum drip into his mouth. He swallowed every drop.

I went to her, kissing her deeply, pulling her toned body to mine, running my hands over her hard curves and magnificent muscles.

"God, you turn me on," I said.

Dad, having finished the floor, walked by, carrying some of his clothes heading for the upstairs bedroom.

I brought a hand between us and gently pinched one of her nipples. When she cooed in delight I leaned down to suck it.

"Eat Mommy's titties," she moaned.

My other hand found her shaved snatch. She was soaking wet; ready to be fucked. I inserted two fingers inside her.

"Uhhhhhh."

I slid my fingers in and out while resting the heel of my hand just above her vagina, letting her grind her hot body against it. "Ooooohhhhh," she moaned as I continued to ram my fingers into her snatch. I moved my thumb up to her clit, which, swollen with blood, had emerged from its hood. I gave it a gentle little squeeze.

"Uhhhhnnnnn, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhhnnngggg," Mom moaned.

Dad walked by, carrying my clothes to the master bedroom.

I backed Mom to the couch, pushing her ass into it, which let me finger fuck her with more force. She, in turn, was driving her hips into my hand. I pressed firmly against her clit, trapping it against her body, feeling it throb in response to my expert ministrations. She pulled my head from her breasts and kissed me.Mom was hot tonight. "Uhhhhnnnnn, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhhnnngggg," she groaned as her cunt repeatedly clamped down on my fingers. She was close to coming. I returned my mouth to her breasts, licking her hard nipples before pushing them back into her firm tittie-flesh with my tongue. Mom wrapped a hand around my head, shoving her massive tits into my face while pushing her clitoris into my hand. Her entire body was shaking. "So good, so good," she cooed and then, seeminglyout of nowhere, she shouted, "OMIGOD COMMINNGG." Juice poured over my hand while her body writhed in orgasmic pleasure. She let go of me, grasping the edge of the couch to steady herself. I tapped her clitoris, just enough to set off another orgasm.

"Ooohhh, ohh, ohh, ohh, uuuunnngghhhhhh," she whined, lost in the erotic delight.

I brought my hand to my mouth and licked off her juices. She was delicious. I wanted more. I dropped to my knees, staring at her musky wet cunt. I worked my tongue up and down her slit, taking on the impossible task of capturing all her flowing juices. At the same time I rammed my fingers inside her, this time pushing deeper and finding her g-spot.

Mom gleefully cried out, "Uuuuhhhnnnn, uuunnnnhhhhggggg, uuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn." I lubricated my free hand with her juice and inserted two fingers into her anus. Mom groaned hard, shoved her cunt into my face and grabbed the top of my head. I ran my tongue along her moist sweet snatch, licking the fat gorged lips of her labia, tracing one from bottom to top, stopping short of her clit, moving across and under it to the other lip, which I slowly licked down. I loved her slippery, oozing flesh. When I completed the circumference I started nibbling along the sides of her vulva, sometimes kissing them, sometimes taking the folds into my mouth, where I bathed them with love. Eventually I came to her clit, moist and pulsating with need.

She saw me staring at her clittie. Her voice was carnal and needy: "Touch it stud, touch me there, please, please, touch me there."

Dad walked by, moving my clothes.

I blew a breath of air across the dew-covered jewel. Yesssss . . ." she mewled, the words all but oozing from her. I continued working her cunt with my fingers, finger fucking her slit, reaching into her as far into her as I could go. Finally, my mind intoxicated by her smell, her taste, her sweet softness, and her unrelenting sexuality, I raked my tongue across her clit.

Mom gasped, her body flinched and stiffened. She let out a long, choking groan, arched her body, and grabbed the top of the couch. A new gush of thick cream spewed from her onto my already soaked fingers. I continued working her clit; Mom's body shook, quivered, strained. Her powerful muscles were taut as she thrust herself against my mouth. I grabbed her ass, pulling her pussy hard against me. She threw her head back and using the couch and her heels for leverage, ground her steaming hot pussy into my face.

She was a lioness. Strange, animalistic sounds were coming from her. She moved against me with all her considerable strength, shouting, "MMMMMPPPPP, OH FUUUUUUUCCCK, AAAAAaaaaaahhhhhh," as she came. Juice spewed from her orgasming cunt. She struggled to breathe, but I was unrelenting, licking and lapping, letting her ride out her orgasm on my talented tongue. When I felt her coming down I took her clit between my lips and hummed. Another orgasm sent a wave of pleasure though her sweet body.

I heard footsteps, Dad was walking through the room carrying a box of toiletries upstairs, his penis was erect.

Mom was insatiable. "I need to be fucked. Put that big fat thing inside and fuck my brains out!"

Then, unexpectedly, she said to Dad. "Slave, your Master is going to fuck me now. I see your little pee-pee is hard. You can watch us and masturbate. You will not last long, so after you are done return to moving."

Mom turned her back and leaned into me. I bent my knees and she took hold of my cock, pulling it between her legs into her open pulsating pussy. I sild into a cunt so wet that there was no resistance. We simply held each other for awhile, taking the time to enjoy the pleasure emanating from the joining together of my cock and her cunt. In this position there was no obstruction; Dad had an unimpeded view as I took his wife. His hand flashed up and down his penis.

I flexed my muscles, making my cock jump inside her pussy. Mom employed her preternatural control of her cunt muscles to work over my cock. I took her firm breasts in my hand, making love to them. Mom rested her head on my shoulder and her words slurred, her voice laden with desire and need, said "Good god son, your cock fills me up. You've turned me into such a slut. Fuck you Mama's hot pussy."

I kissed her cheek and neck until she turned her face and I sank my tongue into her waiting mouth. Mom took my balls in her hand, coddling them, rolling them with her fingers. We we moved our hips in lazy circles, grinding our groins together, milking each other's bodies for every morsel of delight. I squeezed her heavy breasts, intermittently playing with her nipples.

Mom broke the kiss. "I love the way you fuck me."

Dad was making cooing sounds, "Oooh, oooh, oooh,ohhhh....," while fisting his penis.

I began thrusting into Mom, varying the angle of my entry by straightening and bending my legs. Mom pushed back, wrapping her arms backwards around my waist and pulling me into her as I filled her heavenly snatch. I ran a finger the length of her labia while kneading her breasts.

"I love it when you fuck me like a slut."

And then we heard Dad come, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee." We glanced over. A few drops of cum dribbled down the side of his thing. When done he picked up the box and headed upstairs.

Mom began moving more urgently. I matched her, fucking her with increasing power. I was gliding in and out of her, her hot juices providing perfect lubrication, allowing me to ram unremittingly into her body. Mom was appreciative. "Oooohhhhhh, godddddddd, uuuuhhhhhnnnnn, fuuuucckkkkkk, uuuuuhhhhhhhhggggggnnnn," she yelped.

Dad walked by, moving my bathroom items downstairs.

"My tits, maul my fucking tits."

I took firm hold of her breasts. Mom pushed her chest into my hand, groaning, "Unnguuuhhhhnnnn, fuuuuucccckkkkk, aaahhhhhhgggggg." I squeezed them hard and then focused on the nipples, pulling and twisting them. Mom responded instantly, "UUUUUNNNNN."

Mom brought her legs closer together, increasing the tightness of her cunt. In this position she lost some of the ability to maintain her balance. To compensate I held her by the waist, which, incidentally, allowed me to penetrate her even more forcefully.

Mom leaned back into me, her hands on my ass. "Yeeessss, uuuuhhhnnnn, uuuummmm, aaaahhhhhhnnnnn." Sheer bliss flooded her body. I increased the pace. Mom shoved three fingers into her cunt while her thumb worked her clit. With her other hand she rubbed the base of my cock each time it emerged from her. I joined her in an excited low moan, "Oh god, uuuuuunnnnhhhhggggggg."

"You're fucking amazing son. God, this is how a real man fucks!"

We were no longer two bodies, but a single intertwined pleasure machine, oblivious to everything but what we were doing to each other. Our bodies slid together perfectly, the juice in her cunt and our perspiration providing all the lubrication we needed. Her fat tits were bouncing wildly up and down. She turned to me and we kissed again, but the frantic action of our bodies made it impossible to continue. The cum was churning in my balls. Her pussy started twitching on my cock.

Mom pushed down hard and released her clit, pressing her hands into her hips to maintain balance as her world exploded. "OOOOOOHHHHHH, FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK, CUMMMMIIIINGGGGGG, YOU FUCKKIINNGGGGG STUDDDDD." Mom's cunt clamped down on my cock with a force and power that no other women I would ever know could match and my cum erupted from my balls, flying up the length of my cock at mach speed, flooding her womb with her son's seed.

As we rode the orgasmic crest our pace slowed and I wrapped my arms around her upper body, loving the feel of her firm tits. We took a few moments to catch our breath before staggering to the couch. Dad walked by, carrying a few of his suits.

"Slave, two glasses of water."

"Yes Master." He appeared moments later, two large glasses of ice water on a tray. On command he cleaned my cock and Mom's cunt with his mouth. He was getting erect again.

"The brew of your son's cum and wife's juice arouses you?"

"Yes, Mistress, it does."

Mom leaned into me, kissing me playfully on the lips.

"Imagine that, he's gotten hard three times in one night. It used to be that if he got it up once a week I was impressed. He was born to be a slave. Jack off for us again, dear, then draw our bath."

Dad, without hesitation, started to pull on his penis.

As he masturbated Mom mocked him. "You enjoy it, don't you, you love the humiliation, being cuckolded, treated as weak, puny thing, not a man. Well, that's great, because you're certainly going to get used to it. You're about to enter a lifetime of being dominated, belittled, degraded."

"Yes Mistress." Dad, frigged his pee-pee with more force until, wheezing, he came again. He then got our bath ready and while Mom and I enjoyed each other's naked wet bodies, Dad completed the move. We sent him to the bed with instructions on his morning responsibilities.

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Our breakfast was waiting when we got up. Dad was dressed as a French maid.

I handed him a folder. "We've discarded your ugly furniture and knick-knacks, leaving only beautiful things in the house except, well, for you. There is no hope you'll ever be pretty, but at least you can be less grotesque. You're going on a diet; from now on you'll eat only our leftovers. Clean the old doggie dish in the garage, scrape our leftovers into it, and put it on the floor. That's your meal. I also prepared an exercise program for you."

Mom took over.

"In that folder you'll also find a Power of Attorney. It cedes control of your life to Randy and transfers your property to your son. I've scheduled a meeting with our bankers tomorrow. You will move your funds to a joint account in the names of your Master and Mistress. Your paychecks will be deposited directly into that account. I've cancelled your credit and debit cards. Today I will take you to a plus-size women's lingerie store for your new wardrobe."

"Yes, Mistress."

Holding up a bottle I said, "These are estrogen pills, a female hormone. Take one a day."

"Yes, Master."

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It was a glorious summer. I had a bottomless bank account, a servant, and a hard bodied big-titted live-in sexpot who couldn't be fucked enough. While her dress in town was somewhat more provocative, at home she pranced around in tight revealing outfits and on the weekends we often headed for nearby cities where, in skin-tight low cut mini-dresses and platform shoes with heels, she announced to the world she was a fuck machine.

Dad gave us no trouble. He seamlessly adjusted to his slavery. He kept the house clean, pool tended, and became an accomplished cook. I often flirted with and fucked Mom in his presence. I took his asshole regularly. He was also a fair cock-sucker. I enjoyed shoving my tool down his throat, something Mom placed off-limits. Mom reported that he grew into a competent cunt-licker.

He loved to re-watch the tape we hade made of his submission, masturbating to it until the estrogen finally rendered him impotent. He lost weight and word at the dealership was that his performance was the best it had been in years; it appears he had found some long lost discipline.On a steamy hot August afternoon, after a long hard fuck, Mom told me Patricia had invited us to visit over the Labor Day holiday.

"You've been keeping up with Patricia?"

"Girl talk. I've kept her updated on you and I." Mom noticed my look of surprise.

She continued. "That day in the hot tub, she told me about her rather, diverse, sex life. Shit, I was already turned on and that didn't help. I told her how horny I was; how much I wanted some good hard fucking. She came pretty close to suggesting you: she said you had a big dick, a hard body, could go for hours, and, although inexperienced, was better at pleasing the ladies than most."

"She sort of suggested the same thing to me about you," I said.

* * * *

Mom and I told Dad about the trip a few days later. Dad had not been with his girlfriend since his enslavement. He had told her Mom was suspicious and they had to lay off for awhile. I gave Dad permission to see her while we were in Boston.

"Thank you Master." Dad looked like he wanted to say more. Mom asked, "What's on your mind slave?"

"I want to thank you. For so many years I was frightened, always afraid I'd fail, that the world was a difficult place where I couldn't compete. You have provided me a defined place and a strict set of rules. All I need do is obey. The world feels safer. For the first time in my life I feel like I'm good at something."

* * * *

Patricia told us someone would pick us up at Logan Airport. In the concourse we spotted an attractive woman in her early 40's holding a sign with our names on it. Her dark blonde hair was pulled behind her head in a bun. She had green eyes, a narrow nose, and a full mouth on a triangular face. She wore tasteful black glasses and understated gold jewelry. Her outfit was expensive and conservative, but sexy; the blue pin stripe suit and four inch heels could not hide a tight figure and some killer legs. When we approached she leaned over and kissed Mom.

"It is so good to finally meet you." She shook my hand. "And this is the young man I've heard so much about. My name is Lauren Williams. Please come with me; someone else will get your bags."

We followed her to the priority parking. She opened the back door of a Mercedes E-Class Sedan and Mom and I got in. She drove us to a part of town with large older homes on spacious tree covered lots. After traversing a long driveway we saw our destination, a two-story brick home. Patricia, looking better than I remembered, was waiting with a woman I did not know.

Lauren opened the door for Mom and I and was instructed to take our drink orders and attend to our bags. The mystery woman then approached Mom and kissed her, quite firmly, on the lips.

"It's good to finally meet you, Sarah," Mom said.

So this was Sarah, the lady who had initiated Patricia to the world of sex. She was about ten pounds overweight, but athletic and muscular. She would look at home in a softball game or on a rugby field. Her face was round. She wore no make-up.

The ladies escorted us through the house -- it was beautiful, neatly kept, and decorated fulsomely -- to the back porch. Lauren appeared with our drinks.

After introductions and some small talk Sarah turned to me. "There are a few things you don't know. That day in the hot tub, while you were shopping, Patricia and your mother had a frank discussion about sex. Two hot horny girls in a hot tub, you can imagine what happened. They started kissing, exploring each other's bodies, and eventually brought each other off. Your Mom stayed in touch with Patricia and their subject matter was, shall we say, personal and carnal. You didn't tell Patricia about you and your Mom, but your Mom did. Your Mom also kept quizzing Patricia about her interest in woman. Patricia and I discussed it, agreed we both wanted to give your Mom all the lady-loving she could handle, and invited the two of you up."

I was quiet; she had more to say.

"Don't be threatened. We are not trying to take your Mom from you. Considering what I have heard about you in the bedroom, that might be impossible, although," she paused, "I always bet on me. I expect you will enjoy her even more when you return home and while you're here, you'll have all the pussy you can handle.

I looked at Mom. I saw no discomfort or hesitation. I had wanted to ramp up Mom's sexuality; I had apparently succeeded beyond my own expectations. The advantages to me of Mom happily welcoming women into our sex life were obvious. I smiled, letting her know I approved.

Sarah, who understood my gesture, moved the conversation forward. "You're probably wondering how a poor graduate student like me affords digs like these."

I nodded.

Sarah looked at Lauren. "Why don't you explain."

"Yes ma'am."

"I am the chairperson of the mathematics department. Sarah is one of my grad students. I have been successful in my field, including having won the Fulkerson Prize, but mathematics is a young person's game and in the last few years my research has bogged down. As often happens I was rewarded by being kicked upstairs and named department chair.

"My problem was that I knew nothing about administration. I was complaining about the job one day when Sarah overheard me. She offered to help and quickly took over the department. While I'm its titular head, Sarah runs everything and it runs better than it has in memory. Sarah did more; she started scheduling my work, and then my life. She also provided emotional and personal support I got no where else.

"Soon pleasing her became my paramount goal. I dressed in ways I thought she'd like. When she suggested I change my hair style, I did. When she bought me perfume for Christmas I discarded the one I had worn for years. I started to make real progress in my research and although I enjoyed the praise of my colleagues, I craved Sarah's approval.

"At the beginning of the summer Sarah signed us up for a conference on academic administration in San Francisco. The university would only approve one attendee, but Sarah managed to work the air fares so two could fly for the price of one. We would share a room."

Sarah cleared her throat. Lauren had left something out.

"You don't need to be a genius to see Sarah prefers woman. I did not and still don't consider myself a lesbian, but I knew that if she wanted to make love to me I'd never say no.

"At the reception the first night I had a couple of glasses of wine, we went back to the room, and I became her lover. We spent the next two nights at lesbian clubs in the city. She dressed in a man's suit; I in the most lady-like garments we could find in the local thrift shops. She made a point of demonstrating her dominance of me. The first night she walked me to a central performance platform and took me from behind with a strap on-dildo. The second night, after I ate her in front of a crowd, she instructed me to eat any other women in the club who asked. I lost track of the number of pussies I buried my face in. We were invited to a lesbian orgy on our final night in the city. I was passed from woman to woman. I had dildos down my throat, in my anus, and deep inside my pussy. I came over and over. When I was at the point of exhaustion I begged Sarah to let me stop, but she just offered my pussy to the next woman who came along.

"I slept most of the way home. On the way back from the airport Sarah offered me a choice. I could remain her lover, but only as a servant. She knew I'd agree, and I did.

"That left my husband. He was vice-chancellor of the university and a wealthy man. The university has a strict policy forbidding sex between employees and undergraduates. Patricia had just returned from her visit with you. On Sarah's instructions I described my husband's personal and sexual preferences to her. Three days later I came home to find them in bed. He was able to keep his job by swearing to the university president it would never happen again, but Sarah and Patricia had his number. Within a week I caught the two of them in bed again.

"My husband was allowed to quietly resign and take a job on the West Coast. We reached a generous property settlement which included this lovely home.

"It, and I, belong to Sarah."

Sarah took over the conversation. "Randy, your mother, Patricia, and I would like to go upstairs, leaving Lauren to entertain you. She can be quite entertaining."

I nodded my assent and the ladies left the room. Lauren unbuttoned her suit jacket and shirt and then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing a red corset and stockings. Her tits were good sized and nicely shaped, although not immense, and her body toned. Her hair and make-up were meticulous. She looked at my crotch and growing erection.

"Do you want my hair up or down."

"Down." She removed the clip from her hair and shook her head. Her hair eventually settled on her neck.

"Glasses off or on?"

"On."

She walked towards me. "You may use me however you want. But may I suggest we start with a blow job. I'm told I'm pretty good."

She undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my knees. I sat on a chair behind me and she removed my shoes and socks and finished pulling off my pants. She took my dick in her hands, tenderly stroking its length.

"You've got a beautiful cock Randy. It's nice and big. I like them big."

Still kneeling, she licked my ball sac. She kept her eyes on me, gauging my reaction. After coating my balls with her spittle, she gave the same treatment to the shaft. When her tongue neared the crown, she wrapped her lips around it just below the head. After slathering the tip with her tongue she pulled back and kissed it, on the left, right, and then underneath. While she did so she held the shaft nearly upright, her olive eyes staring at it intently. She was in no hurry: she clearly intended to pay careful attention to my cock.

After once more licking its length, she bent it forward and, after glancing at me to make sure I was watching, her tongue snaked out to familiarize itself with the head, licking it, exploring its folds and contours, and attacking the piss hole as if trying to get inside. She was drawing a steady stream of pre-cum and her lips, forming a perfect oval, descended over the head. She didn't immediately start sucking, but looked up at me, her eyes smiling and her face aglow with joy. She was content; sexual service had become her life. She drew in her breath to create suction, applied pressure with her lips, and bobbed her head up and down its length. She took occasional breaks from this treatment to jerk me off while rubbing the shaft against her pretty face.

As she did so she said. "I am yours this weekend. I am at your beck and call. I will comply with any desire or wish you have. Do you want to fuck me up the ass? Do you want to watch me eat your mother? Do you want to tie up and spank this naughty slut? Whatever you want Randy, you can have."

She focused on my balls, taking a testicle in her mouth. She held it on her tongue and pressed it lightly against the roof of her mouth, then lessened the pressure, then repeated. The effect was a slow massage in the wet warmth of her mouth. After spending several minutes with one testicle, she gave the same treatment to the other. I was groaning in delight. I had never experienced such an unhurried, indulgent, blow job.

After she finished with my second ball, she stood, she asked me to lay on the floor. When I did so she straddled my legs and again started licking the length of my cock, now applying maximum force. I was dripping pre-cum and she captured each drop, leaning back, her face in delight, as she let it coat her tongue.

My cock was throbbing. "Lick my cock slut, lick it hard."

"As you wish, young master."

She took my cock deep into her mouth and held it there, while wildly, avidly, licking the head. She then pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and sank her face down until I bumped into the back of her mouth. After several repetitions she started to push her throat over the head of my penis.

I was on the verge of a pleasure even Mom denied me, a throat-fuck. At first Lauren, however, could not force me into her throat, gagging as she tried. She took my dick from her mouth and apologized, noting my cock's impressive girth. (Hint to the ladies: we love this excuse). After catching her breath she took me deep in her mouth, holding me there while licking me, building up a well of sticky sweet saliva. She then re-aligned her throat to my member and pushed. I felt a small pop as the head of my cock entered her throat. Amazingly, once I was inside, she slowly pushed her head forward, taking me down her throat in a single slow deliberate motion. I watched her neck expand as she absorbed me. Her nose was nestled in my pubic hairs.

She placed my hands on her head. She wanted me to take control.

At first I was careful, but the thrill of having this woman at my complete mercy took over and I was soon fucking her face with abandon. Her throat was tight, tighter than any mouth could be, and it pressed down on the entire length of my prong, stimulating every nerve ending it had. As I pushed in and out I felt the back of her tongue press hard against the bottom of my shaft, as if instinctively trying to push me out. The sight of her throat flexing in and out in response to my surging member and her occasional gags spurred me on. We went on-and-on, three, then five, then ten minutes. As we developed a rhythm she licked my staff as it plowed in and out of her and caressed my testicles.

I did my best to stall my orgasm, wanting to enjoy her throay for as long as possible, but inevitably the cum started boiling in my balls. I released her head, leaned back and focused on the pleasure ricocheting through me. Lauren, who had divined the pace I enjoyed, continued to fuck her face with my cock.

The jerking of my body became more erratic as my orgasm approached. Lauren, well trained slave that she was, kept at it, never letting my cock leave her throat. My toes curled and I felt my abdomen tighten, and then I was coming, damn I was coming. "FUCK YEAH, EAT MY CUM YOU SLUT WHORE, EAT MEEEEEEE!!!"

I exploded, shooting my seed into her stomach. I jammed myself into her face several more times and collapsed. Lauren, however, would not stop. After she let my softening penis slip from her mouth, she eagerly started nibbling and licking my inner thighs.

Finally I took her head in my hand and turned her face towards mine. "That was extraordinary. You've got quite the talented mouth."

"Thank you, please let Mistress Sarah know I did well."

My dick, which had never fully softened, had returned to full staff. Lauren stared at it. "It's so beautiful, I can't wait until you fuck me, but Mistress Sarah wants you next. Would you mind using a dildo on me?"

"No, not at all."

She extracted a double-penetration dildo and lubricant from a cabinet, unbuttoned the bottom of her corset, exposing a shaved pussy oozing juice, coated the dildo with the oil, lay down, slid the larger of the two prongs into her vagina. The smaller head entered her anus. There was barely any resistance. When the base of the contraption rested against her bottom, she looked at me. Her eyes were glazed with lust.

"Use these on me stud. Do it hard. Please."

I replaced her hand with my mine and started to move the tool within her. While I initially thrust straight in and out, I soon realized that she liked it best when I pushed the dildo into her with a circular motion. While she was not as powerfully built as Mom, she was in good shape and pushed her cunt and rump hard against the plastic tools, matching her motions to mine. "Good god that feels good. Fuck me stud."

I imagined her in a classroom, prim, proper, professional. "You're such a slut, ready to fuck whomever you're told to fuck. Do all those sweet innocent freshman girls in your class know what a whore you are?"

"No, no, they don't know what a slut I am. God, I'm such a slut. Fuck this slut with the plastic dick, stud. FUCK HER GOOD. FUCK HER HARD. BITE MY TITS."

I pulled down the top of her corset and viewed her breasts. They were not huge, but were nice, round, and more than a mouthful. I took a small nip at the one closest to me.

"Bite them hard, sink you teeth into them."

I took a harder bite.

"AHHHHHHH, yeah, like that, only harder. Please."

I bit down hard, leaving teeth marks. Lauren responded immediately. She arched her back and her hips jerked up and down, pushing with such power against the dual dildos that her glasses flew from her face. Her breathing was becoming increasingly heavy until the stabs of pleasure became so intense she actually forgot to breath, then had to gulp in air in large breaths. Her head fell back to the floor and her eyeballs rolled back into her head.

"GOD YES, make me your slut. Use my body."

She was close to cumming. I took a breast into my mouth, stimulating the spots where I had bitten her. Moans of pain mixed with her moans of pleasure. Then as I could see juice and foam squirting around the edge of the dildo, I took one more good hard near-ferocious bite. She squealed in pleasure-pain, thrust her hips into the air, fell back to the floor, her body shaking and writhing, screaming, "CUMMING, SO GOOD....SO GOOD. GOD, YES, FUCK. OHHHHHHH....... AHHHHHH."

She undulated for a few more moments and then fell quiet. At first the only sound was her rapid breathing as she tried to resuscitate her spent body. But as she came to, she lovingly, affectionately, ran a finger up and down my leg. Her voice content, she said, "I'm supposed to take you upstairs now."

I reached down to help her stand on her wobbly legs. She guided me up the stairs and down A hall.

"Mistress Sarah once had a slave like your father, a person whose will she had completely broken. I remember the girl; I taught her during her first semester; she was sweet and beautiful and innocent. The university designated her and Mistress Sarah as freshmen roommates. The never stood a chance; she was a natural submissive who Mistress Sarah enslaved by October. She served Sarah for four years and then, in order to pay for grad school, Sarah sold her to one of the society ladies in town.

"We still see her on occasion. Although she is devoted to her new owner, her heart will always belong to Mistress Sarah. I can tell."

We arrived a large white double doors in an upstairs hallway. Lauren opened the doors and I stepped in behind her.

The room had twelve foot ceilings and floor to ceiling windows, flooding the space with natural light. It was a room made for sex, whether one-on-one, an orgy, or just to watch. There were mirrors on the walls and large comfortable furniture scattered around the room, all centered around an immense circular bed. There I could see my Mom. She was on her back; Sarah was straddling her thighs. Lauren walked me over to one of the couches on which a naked Patricia lounged. I sat between them.

Mom was wearing a black strap-on dildo, maybe seven inches in length, which Sarah was holding. Patricia filled me in on the details.

"Sarah fucked your Mom from behind, doggie-style, with that thing while your Mom ate my cunt. She was great. She's a natural."

I returned my focus to the bed. Sarah was speaking.

"It's a different motion then what you're used to so I'll get on top. Let me control the cadence at first. Once we get the movement right you'll find there's a ridge on the underside of the dildo that presses on your clitoris. You'll get the hang of it in no time. Ready?"

Sarah didn't wait for an answer. She centered the black plastic cock on her vagina, and sat down, absorbing one or two inches of its thick length before relaxing and moving down again. Once she reached the bottom she took her fat tits into her hands and pulled hard on the nipples. She started to roll her hips in a lazy circle as she and Mom explored what they could do to each other.

"You like it Jen, you like fucking me? It feels so good baby. Your stiff hard cock feels so good in my cunt."

Mom didn't answer. Her eyes were closed. She was focused on her quim, savoring the sensations pouring into her while determining how best to fuck Sarah. She quickly got the hang of it and started to move in time with Sarah. The two woman established a rhythm and I watched the plastic cock repeatedly disappear into Sarah and the two pussies meld together. Soon both were babbling. Mom's head rolled back, her mouth was ajar, her hips rocking. I knew that look. Whatever Sarah was doing to her was working.

Sarah leaned forward and aggressively sucked Mom's tits. She then moved forward again, dragging her ample tits across Mom's body and hanging them over her face. There was no hesitation: Mom sucked one of Sarah's light brown areolas into her mouth.

Patricia's voice interrupted the sound of the two women on the bed.

"Lauren."

Lauren knelt before Patricia and buried her face between Patricia's legs. Patricia placed one hand on Lauren's head, pulling her tight into her cunt. She took hold of my cock with the other. Drops of sweat appeared on Patricia's neck and rolled across her bosom while she humped Lauren's face in time with the bouncing bodies on the bed.

Lauren's ass was up in the air and her cunt winked open and shut while drops of juice appeared on its lips. I considered taking her from behind, but Sarah was next on my list. I turned my attention back to the women on the bed. Sarah was laying on top of Mom; both women were pushing their groins against each other; their big tits mashed together. Mom's hands were on Sarah's ass, the muscles in her arms taut as she pulled Sarah into her. Their bodies gleamed with sweat and the smell of their arousal filled the room. They locked lips, their tongues exploring as they slid their bodies against each other with increasing force. Mom broke the kiss and pulled Sarah's head into the crook of her neck. Both women were babbling and cooing in nonsense words full of sexual pleasure.