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Mom didn't realize it, but I had been planning this coup for a couple of weeks now and had gathered a few needed items to help take control of her and secure my place as her Dom. I had stashed a gym bag with these things in it behind my dresser.
Since Mom left the cleaning of my room to me and rarely came in there, I figured it was safe there. Besides, she hardly cleaned anything anymore, what with working during the week and then partying all weekend.
I brought the gym bag back into the bedroom and set it down in front of her. She looked up at me with a puzzled look but didn't say anything... that is until I opened the bag and began taking out the contents!
"What is all this stuff?" she asked, surprised at what I had in the bag.
"Just a few items I have picked up for this occasion," I said, acting nonchalant. Truth was, I was so nervous I could hardly get my fingers to function properly.
This would either win her over to my way of doing things, or I would make such a complete ass of myself I would lose any credibility I may have had with her!
She looked at the rope with curiosity. She smiled devilishly when I brought out the leash and the handcuffs. But when I brought out the ball gag she began to get a bit concerned.
"Where did you get all this stuff?" she asked.
"I've been collecting it here and there for a couple of weeks now actually," I said, "Had you been cleaning as you should, you probably would have found it already!"
"Yes, Sir. I'm sorry Sir," she said.
"No matter, what's done is done. Now we have to change your behavior so that it doesn't happen anymore," I told her, "Stand up."
She stood up as directed, not quite sure yet what I had in mind. "Now take off your clothes," I said.
What?!" she said, shocked at my command.
"Do as I say slut," I said calmly.
"Johnny, this isn't right! I'm your mother!" she protested.
I knew that I was going to have to show her that I was serious about this. I was going to have to take control of her and make her submit! This was for her own good and my peace of mind.
I slapped her hard across the cheek. She looked at me completely floored and aghast that her own son would do something like this!
I took advantage of her bewilderment and grabbed a handful of her blonde hair, jerking her head back so she could see my face.
"Do as I say, dammit!" I yelled. "You can act like a whore with every other cock you come across, you can damn well be a whore for me!"
I didn't wait for her to obey, I pulled her by the hair and bent her over the bed. She went to grab my hand with hers and I caught it with my free hand, bending it behind her back.
I held her down on the bed with that arm while I pushed up her dress and yanked her panties down, stepping on them to hold them as she lifted her feet out of them.
I decided that, while I had her held down, I would give her a little reminder of why she needed to follow my directions and commands immediately and without argument.
I drew my hand back and without any warning, I smacked her naked, upturned ass hard.
Whap!
"Owch! Johnny! That hurts!" She screeched.
Whap! another blow on the other ass cheek.
"Owch! Johnny please!" She screeched again. I watched as two red handprints began to emerge on her creamy pale ass flesh.
"It's supposed to hurt. This is what happens to disobedient and combative sluts who don't follow orders from their Sirs.
"You seem to think this is some kind of game we are playing. Well, it's no game to me, and I'm going to show you how serious this is to me!" I said.
I began to rain down smack after punishing smack on her soft ass, alternating between the right and left cheek and moving around the twin globes so that every inch of her beautiful ass soon took on a rosy glow. I didn't pause between strokes and I didn't relent until I heard her submit.
"Okay, okay, Sir! Please, please stop! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you say, just please stop!" She sobbed.
I let her arm go but didn't let her get up just yet. "Stay put," I told her. I began rubbing her heated ass with my hand comforting her burning flesh and showing her that her punishment was over.
She stopped crying and settled down, allowing me to caress her tender ass. As I rubbed her cheeks in ever-widening circles I moved slowly down towards her thighs and then between them gently only to find she was wet down there!
"Are you wet, slut? Did you enjoy that spanking?" I asked.
"Yes Sir, I did," she admitted, "You see, I have always liked spankings and being dominated, but your father... well he just wasn't the type that could do that.
"He tried several times, but he just didn't have the commanding attitude and presence to pull it off. He was too gentle and too afraid he might hurt me. I'm not made of china and I won't break!
"And while I do like cuddling and soft sex, I also like the rougher, animalistic, hard-deep-and-fast fucking!"
"That's good to know, slut, because hard, fast, and deep is my favorite too!" I told her. I had continued caressing her ass as we spoke and she was responding now, grinding her ass at me in time to my hands.
I could hear her breathing getting deep and I could see that she was getting turned on talking about this as I rubbed her hot ass.
I moved my fingers back down and began rubbing her pussy more, my fingers sliding back and forth between her pussy lips but not going inside her just yet.
As my finger went across her clit, I made sure she felt it and rubbed her clit hard, eliciting moans from her as I played with her.
"From now on there are only two things you need to remember, slut. I make the rules, and you follow them. It's that simple. I tell you what to do, you say 'Yes Sir' and do it.
"If you do it well and promptly, without backtalk or argument, you get treated nicely. Like this. You do like this don't you?" I asked her as I fingered her now very wet cunt.
"Ohh, yesss!" she moaned, squirming as my fingers played inside her.
"I thought as much. Now on the flip side, if you do not do as you are told or if you sass me or argue... well, your ass will suffer for your mouth. Are we clear on this concept?" he asked.
"Yes Sir," she said.
"Good, because the little paddling I gave you before was just to get your attention... a punishment paddling will be considerably more... in depth!" I told her.
She turned a little to look at me. I could see the concern and a hint of fear in her eyes. This was not her loving, doting son talking now and she was a little worried that this might get out of control. But I assured her that her worries were unfounded.
"I will never do anything to cause you any real harm–either physically, emotionally, or in any other way. You are still my mother and my job is to care for you.
"That's not to say I won't discipline you for your own good when you disobey, but I will never hurt you. Do you understand the difference?" I said.
"Yes Sir," she said, with a relieved smile.
I resumed my toying with her as I continued talking. I wanted to heat her up and prepare her for what I wanted to do to her.
I needed to get her so aroused that she forgot all about the fact that I was her son and instead looked to me to quench the fire in her cunt.
"Good girl. Now tell me, slut, were you successful in your hunt tonight? Did you find what you were looking for?" I asked her.
I resumed my toying with her as I continued talking. I wanted to heat her up and prepare her for what I wanted to do to her.
"Sir?" she asked, puzzled.
"Did you get fucked tonight? Did you find a hard cock to play with?" I asked.
"Oh... no, Sir. I just drank by myself mostly," she said.
"I see. Well, that's good, I don't like sloppy seconds!" I said. "From now on this cunt is mine, understand?
"No other cock will be allowed in my cunt except for me. I am the only cock you will need anymore. You are my slut... my whore... from now on. You belong to me. Do you understand me?" I said as I fingered her harder and deeper.
"Yesss, Sirrr," she moaned as she pushed her ass back at my hand.
"Say it, then, so I know you understand," I told her. I knew that if she said it and it came from her own lips it would fix itself in her mind better.
"This cunt... is yours... I am yours. Your slut and your whore... I belong to you Sir," she panted. Her arousal was becoming stronger and taking her over.
"Good girl. Now I know that you are a needy little slut, and that sometimes this little cunt needs attention.
"That's perfectly okay, I am very good at tending to my slut's needs. After all a happy and content slut is an obedient slut, right?" I said.
"Ohhh, Sirrr..." she moaned.
I kept up the pressure, fingering her dripping slit and driving her lust fever ever higher.
"And I can tell by the way this little cunt is drooling on my fingers that it didn't get fed tonight like it wanted. So I am going to feed it right now," I continued, "Would you like that slut? Would your wet drippy cunt like a little cock meat?"
Oh God, yes Sir!" she moaned in desperate need.
"All you have to do is ask my horny slut. Ask me and tell me what you want from me," I said.
"Please, Johnny! Please, I need you so bad!" She said, forgetting the new roles and players.
I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her head back roughly. "What was that?" I snarled, smacking her ass hard.
"Sorry, Sir! I'm sorry! Please!" she yelped.
"Try it again, slut. And this time remember who and what you are!" I said, shaking her head by the hair a bit to get my point across.
"Please, Sir! Please fuck me! I need your cock so bad right now! Please, please fuck my whore cunt, Sir!" She said correctly this time.
"That's more like it. But before I fuck you, I think you need a bit more... inspiration. Yes, a little more teasing and tormenting might make these lessons stick!" I said.
I moved from sitting beside her on the bed to kneeling behind her. "Reach back, slut, and spread that ass wide. I want to see both those fuckholes!" I said.
She groaned lustfully at my vulgar commands and obeyed, reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks so wide I could see everything clearly. Her pussy lips parted and I could see clear up into that warm wet tunnel I would soon be exploring with more than just my fingers.
"My, my, what a wet dirty little slut you are! Why you are literally dripping in there! Are you horny or something, slut?" I asked.
"Oh God, yes, Sir! Please, please fuck me! Please, I'm begging, Sir, please fuck me! Pleeease!" she cried.
"I will but first... " I said, shoving my fingers deep inside her, scooping up some of her sweetness and bringing it to her nose,
"I want you to smell what I smell. That is the smell of a slut in heat. A whore who's only thought is her next cock!
"Now taste yourself! Taste what you have become. This is what my slut tastes like!" I shoved my fingers into her mouth. "Suck them, Suck your pussy juice off my fingers!"
She moaned around my fingers but sucked and licked them clean. When she was finished, I stood up behind her.
I had debated whether to taste her myself but my cock was screaming at this point and I knew there was time for sampling her another day. Right now I wanted to claim my prize and make sure she knew who she belonged to.
After seeing she was so wet and ready that lubrication wouldn't be a problem, I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance. Grabbing her by both hips, I shoved myself fully and deeply into her in one smooth quick thrust.
"Ohh fuck!" she cried out as she felt me plow into her and spread her cunt wide open.
The first thing I noticed was how surprisingly tight she was. Not as tight as some of the girls I'd had, but then, she was a good bit older than most of the girls I am used to dating... girls my own age.
I sank into her slick, warm tunnel until I felt my balls slap against her and immediately pulled back. I wasn't going to give her a chance to get used to my size or any other breaks.
I was going to use this woman as my own personal cumdump, it's what she expected and more importantly, it's what she needed.
Mom had always been the type who needed to be needed. She needed to feel that she was contributing and that her efforts made a difference.
Dad used to make her feel that way–she loved having him come home to a hot dinner and a clean house. Mom loved being the doting 1950's style housewife!
Well, I couldn't give her the 1950's housewife scene, but I could make sure she felt needed and wanted. She was needed and wanted... I needed and wanted her!
As I began pumping in and out of her sloppy cunt, Mom began moaning and whimpering I grabbed her hair holding her head up.
"That's right slut, your Master is fucking you now! You won't be going out and whoring around anymore. This cock is the only cock that will fill that slutty cunt of yours. This cock will be the only cock you will need.
"I will take your cunt, your mouth and your ass for my own. I will use whatever hole I choose at the time and you will give them to me willingly and eagerly, do you hear me? Your body is my plaything, you are my fucktoy," I said.
"Yes Sir! I am yours, yours and yours alone. I will do anything you want, just please use me. Own me, Sir, and use me for your pleasure. Make me your fucktoy... your whore. I want to be your whore Sir, please!" she sobbed.
I fucked her hard and fast, stabbing her cunt with my cock fiercely... savagely... almost like I wanted to hurt her. Like I wanted payback for all those late-night trips to bring her drunk ass back home.
I wasn't holding anything back I was going to show her who was boss now and make sure she remembered it. I was teaching her a lesson.
Mom took everything I gave her though. No matter how hard I slammed into her she just grunted and asked for more.
"Reach under yourself and play with that clit while I fuck you slut! I want you to cum and make sure you ask permission before you do. Or I will give you a spanking you won't enjoy so much!" I said.
"Yes Sir," she said, and obediently slid a hand under her hip.
I could feel her fingers and she began rubbing her clit hard, her moans and whimpers increasing in volume and urgency. It wasn't long after that her begging started.
"Please, Sir... I'm ready to cum. May I please cum?" She asked.
"Not yet. Keep playing with that pussy," I said.
Another minute of fucking and fingering went by.
"Oh please Sir, I really need to cum now! Please may I cum? Please!" She said more earnestly.
"Not quite yet, slut. I'm not ready," I said as I kept the pressure on her.
Mom was moaning and grinding and whimpering desperately now. I could see that she was fighting heroically to maintain control but that wasn't what I wanted.
I didn't want her to control it. I wanted her to give up control of her orgasms. I would determine when where and how she would cum from now on. I had to make her cum even as she fought against it.
"Oh, please, Sir! Please may I cum! I can't hold it back anymore! Please, please may I cum for you?" She begged me.
"Okay slut, I am going to count down from five. Do not cum until I tell you to, understand?" I said.
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir," she said.
"Five," I said. She stifled a moan.
"Four," Her moan escaped this time.
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