Disclaimer–Nothing written is true. Let me know if you want me to keep going with the story.
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I suppose I should start from when I purchased the binoculars. The directions allowed for programming a limit of two images into the lenses. When a person looked through the binocs at something, they were getting bombarded by strong subliminal imagery. These images would ingrain into the subconscious of the person. I was cautioned that the power of the images varied depending on the person they were being used on, but once the images were in, it was almost impossible to get them out.
For example, if you wanted to cure someone who had arachnophobia, you would put an image of a person stepping on a spider alongside an image of a spider beside a person who was obviously happy to see the spider.
It was paramount to program the right images; things the mind could latch onto in order to create the idea you’d be putting into their mind. It was true you were limited to two images, but you could change those images anytime. In my case, the major challenge was the taboo nature of it.
I’m 20 and came home for summer break to live with my mother Shari, who is in her early forties and still looks beautiful. She is tall at 5’9″, sporting a classic hourglass figure at 37C-27-37 with a fantastic pear-shaped bottom. She had strong Germanic features and kept active by jogging and yoga. My mother finalized her second divorce from a guy who was a total bastard, but one with money, so we ended up having a large house with a part time housekeeping staff.
My mother and I had grown distant. She lived on the second floor while I lived in the basement. I spent a lot of time off at college and I worked for the first few months of this summer on campus, but came home to spend a few months before going off again. The house was so large we seldom met, and when we did, it was an awkward affair. Not that we treated each other unfairly, we just weren’t warm with each other. We were effectively strangers.
I told myself at the time I wanted to make her love me more as a son. Perhaps I reminded her of a better or worse time in her life. Perhaps I had abandonment issues and wanted my mother to take more of an interest in my life. What I really wanted though, was to transform my mother into my sex slave.
Another positive thing about her second marriage is that she’d gotten into horse racing. How she loved to dress for the track! Opening day at the Del Mar was starting July 16 and was a big part of summer. I purchased scalped tickets; they cost a small fortune, but if the binoculars were successful, it would be worth it. I invited mom, and she agreed enthusiastically.
I played it off as a fun outing. I told her it would be a splendid chance for us to catch up, and she wouldn’t have to worry about binoculars, since I had a pair for her. I programmed images of a mother hugging a son, and of a woman looking through binoculars with a big smile. She spent the day looking through the binocs, and as the day wore on, she gradually became more affectionate. She also really liked the binocs, which was exactly what I wanted.
When we got home, I did some yard work while she recovered inside. We usually ate dinner separately. Tonight, as I finished my brussel sprouts, I heard mom come into the dining room.
“Casper,” she spoke. I couldn’t see her yet.
“Mom.”
She’d let her long, sun-kissed blond hair down. It flowed over her ample bosom; she wore her usual body length white robe and her long sleeve stretch knit bamboo pajamas she had on underneath. As it was summer, this was overkill, but she always dressed conservatively around me. She always needed to make sure both her legs and breasts were covered. Standing in front of me, hands crossed almost defensively over her chest, I concentrated on looking at her forehead so as not to ogle her.
“I wanted to let you know I had a lot of fun today.” She said it almost grudgingly, like it was something unexpected. Then she smiled, and I couldn’t help but return it. She had taken her makeup off and had some lotion on her face; perhaps it was part of mom’s nightly beauty routine. Whatever the case, we traded smiles.
“So did I, mom. I hope we can do it again, soon,” I offered. She seemed to consider it for a bit.
“I would like that,” she admitted.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” I was going to talk to her tomorrow, but I figured since she was here, I may as well.
“I’m going to put up some bird feeders tomorrow. They’re a fair distance away from the house, but if you want, you can borrow my binoculars if you want to get a good look.”
Mom’s smile brightened at the mention of the binoculars.
“That sounds like a wonderful idea!” She almost squealed.
I couldn’t help but respond to that. “Anything to keep you looking happy, mom.”
Her bright smile faltered when I said that. Did I go too far?
“I’m also going to mow the front lawn tomorrow. Will that be okay, mom?” The change of subjects seemed to work.
“Of course, Casper. I’ll let you get back to your dinner.” And with that, she retired upstairs. My mind raced; clearly, she’d wanted the binoculars again, showing a bit more affection towards me. I went with the same two images.
The next day was busy. I started the day with a bit of yard work, then put up those bird feeders. I gave my binocs to mom so she could spend a great deal of time watching birds. Bird watching was something she hadn’t done before, so this was a new thing.
On the fourth day, I came up from the basement for breakfast and mom was on the veranda with my binocs in hand, surveying not only the bird feeders but various other things.
“Morning mom.” I greeted her as I came out, dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. It was about 70 degrees already and was looking to be a hot day. She was dressed in a long aqua smocked midi dress that hid her curves and was high enough not to show cleavage. Her shoulders, arms and neck were all exposed. Her beautiful blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail that went down almost to her lower back. She took the binocs out and turned to greet me with a bright smile.
“Good morning, Casper!” She caught me by surprise, coming over and hugging me. I soaked up the hug and embraced her right back. Her body was tight and soft in all the right places. Her hair smelled like coconut oil. I kept my hands on her upper back, and she did the same. During breakfast, she confided about trying bird watching as a hobby. I encouraged her, but also asked if we could go to the races again. She was all for it and purchased tickets. She even talked about getting season passes.
She was hooked on the binocs, so I replaced both images with an image of me along with a racy image of a naked woman on her knees on the floor with her ass in the air, her right cheek lying on the floor, right arm straight in front of her, left arm by her face. It was an erotic image of subservience, and I was curious how mom would respond.
Things changed for the better after a few days. I shifted my dinner time to match hers and she welcomed it. I sat with her in the sectional as she watched TV, listening to her talk about her day. I offered to put some skin lotion on her shoulders the night before we went to the track again. She agreed, and I was rewarded by getting to massage her wonderful shoulders while admiring her beautiful hair. She still dressed conservatively, however.
“Mom?”
Her eyes were closed. She was looking down while I worked the lotion into her shoulders.
“Hmmm?”
“I don’t know what you’re going to wear tomorrow, but I think you should wear something that shows off more skin.”
Mom was still looking down.
“Why would I want to show off more skin? My skin would burn; you know how sensitive I am.”
“You certainly don’t have to, mom, but I think you should. Plus, I could rub some SPF lotion on any exposed skin before we go out. If you think you might burn, we could go under the palisade and stay out of direct sunlight.”
I held my breath, waiting to see what she’d say.
“I might still have some dresses I could wear. Thank you for offering to rub lotion on me, Casper.”
Yes! “No problem, mom. We wouldn’t want to see your skin burn.”
The next day, I changed out the subservient image with a closeup of a beautiful female model looking right at you, nursing a cock with her tongue. Mom wore a long green summer dress that showed off her ample cleavage and clung to her gorgeous figure more than the other dresses. When I complimented her on how it looked, she blushed and thanked me. Before we left, I rubbed SPF lotion into her shoulders, back, arms, and finally, the top of her chest.
“Allow me.” I stood in front of her, a bit taller than mom at six feet even. With her hands up, I rubbed the lotion into her neck and clavicle area.
“I’ll get my chest, son,” she suggested.
“No problems, mom. You have great skin.” Too soon. I decided to relent.
“Thank you.”
“I know you use a lot of lotion to keep your skin looking good, mom. Going forward, I’d really like to help you do this.”
“If that’s…what you want.”
“I’d like that, mom.”
“Okay.” I noticed she didn’t look me in the eye, instead looking down.
The day at the derby was fun. For the next part of my plan, I arranged to have more than a few pictures taken of us together. I spent a lot of time with my arm around mom and vice-versa. I went lower this time though, grabbing her around the waist when we were standing, or touching the small of her back. She didn’t say anything, just let it all happen, and in some cases reciprocated. She used the binocs a lot more than she needed to, and I was almost sorry I had switched out the subservient image with the blowjob one.
On the way home, mom suggested we stop by a restaurant. I was all for it, so we picked a nice Italian restaurant. The overall mood rode the line between affection and intimacy. A week ago, my mother would barely touch her son, but now she was displaying open affection. I wanted her so badly it was almost maddening. My patience wore thin. I played a game with her during dinner, having her look through the binocs.
I did pick up on something during dinner, though. I noticed she was looking intently over at one of the other tables, and when I followed her gaze, I saw a striking brunette that looked a lot like the model in the blowjob image. Was mom attracted to the woman based on the image? I grew hard, as this knowledge opened some possibilities.
Mom had a few too many glasses of wine, so she was pleasantly buzzed when we arrived home. From the moment I took her out of the car, she held my hand. When I grabbed her around her shapely waist and pulled her into me there was no resistance; she put her arms around me and giggled.
“Oh Casper, thank you for such a wonderful day!”
“You’re welcome, mom. You are my pleasure.” I meant to say “Are” but committed a literal Freudian slip.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were getting fresh with me,” she suggested while we moved through the house. Something in her tone warned me it wasn’t time yet.
“I love you mom, but I just want you to be happy. I’m glad you had a great time today; I’ll help you upstairs, but after that I’m afraid you’re on your own.” I shrugged for effect, trying not to let my actual feelings show. She seemed almost disappointed.
“Helping me upstairs would be wonderful, son.”
We started going upstairs, my arm around her waist, in the small of her back, her arms around me.
“I noticed you looking at a pretty lady at the other table tonight, mom.”
“You noticed that, did you? I’m always on the lookout for potential dates for you, son. You need to go out more!”
“Mom, I know that wasn’t it. I want you to tell me why,” I pressed.
“She was pretty, is all.”
I nodded. “She was pretty, wasn’t she, mom. I noticed her lips.” We made it up the stairs and I looked over at mom after I said that, noticing how her eyes wandered to the tent I was sprouting in my pants.
“Her tongue was nice too, wasn’t it mom?” I asked, nonchalantly. She nodded in agreement, her mouth slack. As she tried to tear her gaze from my erection, she licked her upper lip.
“It was a cock-sucking mouth,” she murmured huskily.
“What mother, I didn’t hear you,” I responded, breaking the spell. Mother blanched, looking first at me, then the ground.
“Oh, nothing. I should go to bed.” She began stumbling to her room.
“I’d like to go on another date with you, mom.”
She turned around, drunkenly smiling. “I’d like that too, Casper.” She didn’t seem to notice the date reference. That could have been due to the alcohol, though. She looked down, not making eye contact.
“I’d like to thank you for being such a wonderful date, mom.” I moved in for a hug. She raised her arms, and I took her in, putting both hands on her haunches, burying my face into her neck. She did likewise. This was not the hug of a mother and son.
“It’s okay to look me in the eye sometimes. You have such wonderful eyes yourself.” I talked in a low octave into her ear. I lightly grazed it with my lips and I both heard and felt her intake of breath. Her breasts felt great pressed against my chest. As I decided to separate from the embrace first, I kissed her on the cheek. She had the blush of arousal.
“Oh mom, one more thing before you go to bed.”
“Yes son?”
“Your skin feels great, but it looks even better. I’d like you to show more skin around the house. Do this for me, okay mom?”
She looked me in the eye. “Would you like that, son?”
I nodded. “It would please me, mom.”
“Okay,” she sighed.
I turned around, heading downstairs to the basement with a satisfied smile on my face. I got to my room with the binocs and changed the images on the binocs to that of a woman on top of a man, fucking him. The man was out of the picture enough so you couldn’t see him, but you could plainly see penetration and the woman loving it. The other image was of a picture of mom and me from the derby, both smiling, with our arms around each other. I ran the binocs up to the dining room table knowing she’d use them as soon as she could. I then jacked off thinking of how close to fucking my own mother I was before falling asleep.
I woke up earlier than usual Sunday morning and saw mom doing yoga on the veranda. Black yoga pants hugged her toned legs, and a black yoga tank top exposed her midriff. She had a sheen of sweat going. The binocs were out on the table so I knew she’d been using them. I set a pot of tea on and poured a cup for myself and her. Before I walked out, I decided to take off my shirt, just leaving my shorts on. I also stroked myself to hardness before walking out.
With a cup of tea in each hand, I took a seat on the veranda while watching mom do her routine. She never saw me until after she was done, which was a testament to how focused she was. Pleasant surprise marked her face, then a blush when she saw my erection. She sashayed over, looking down but glancing shyly at my erection every now and then.
“Mother, I come bearing gifts,” I said as I stood. I put my hands out, inviting her into a hug, which she eagerly did. Our bodies melded, my erection pressed up against her toned belly. Both my hands were on the small of her back, the tips of my fingers on the rise of her ass. Her arms went around my back and waist as she accepted the romantic embrace. I could feel the heat radiate from her, the sweat on her arms coated my bare back; the smell of coconut and her sweat was intoxicating.
“Good morning, Casper. You know, you really should put a shirt on.” She pulled back to chastise me, looking me in the eye. I kissed her on the cheek, drawing a blush from her. Her hand was pressed into my chest and wasn’t moving.
“I love you, mom,” I spoke. Again, I separated from body contact before she could.
“I love you too, son,” she responded.
“I brought out your favorite tea, by the way. Let’s sit,” I suggested. It occurred to me that sex was something she hadn’t been getting in quite some time. I imagined it was tough for her to resist the sexual aspects of the imagery.
“Thank you, Casper. You’re spoiling your mother.”
“So, what’s on your agenda today, mom?” I asked. She went over everything she was going to do. She was always so active, so vibrant.
“Mom, when you get done cleaning up, come back down and I’ll be ready with the lotion.”
She looked at me, smiling demurely. “Okay, Casper.”
When she came back down, I had my shirt back on. She wore shorts and a floral tank top that showed off her cleavage. I had her sit on the couch, applying lotion on her shoulders, arms, and back. I then moved to her legs, concentrating on her feet. She began making cooing noises during the foot massage. I moved up to her calves, then I worked her thighs. I didn’t go too high, but I had a feeling I could have pushed it even higher had I wanted to.
We went out shopping; I suggested some different things for her, and she only vetoed one of my suggestions, which was a sexy string bikini. The way things were going, she’d be back to get it next week. During the outing we stole glances at each other. I began to wonder if the imagery hadn’t revealed a set of core sexual needs that she began affiliating to me and was mulling over how best to act on them. We had an intimate lunch, holding hands and carrying on intimately. We shared a piece of pumpkin pie. I would feed her, and she’d take a bite while staring into my eyes. I thought it was sexy as hell. When I put a hand on her upper thigh, her hand went over the top of it. I had to fight to keep from ravaging her right then and there.
When we arrived home, I suggested tea on the veranda, which she readily agreed to. I brought out the binocs and asked her some questions about the birds in the area. She used them for five minutes before putting them down, blushing furiously. I knew those images of us having sex were burying their way into her subconscious.
“Excuse me for a moment, Casper?” She asked, standing.
“Of course, mom,” I answered. She hurried off, and I knew where. I waited a minute before silently making my way up the stairs to the door of her bedroom. I could hear her moaning; she was masturbating right on the other side of the door.
“Casper — Oh Casper!” I smiled. It was only a matter of time.
The next few days passed quickly, my mother was trying to come to grips with her new feelings while I was free with my affections, initiating contact whenever I could in order to gradually wear away at her moral center. The beginning of the third day found me switching the images back to the subservience and an image of me naked with my cock in my hand.
That night mother and I ate dinner in the living room. The housekeeping staff left for the day, so it was just her and me. I entered, wearing a tank top and shorts, and not wearing any underwear. She sat on the sofa in a black plunging cowl neck mini. It was all kinds of inappropriate compared to what she’d normally wear. It showed off both her legs and her large rack. The plunging cowl went all the way to her belly button. I had both a bottle of lotion and a towel. She grinned expectantly when I came in with it.
“Tonight mom, I’m going to start on your feet, okay?”
She sighed, stretching her arms over her head, arching her back.
“Okay, son.” She put her foot in my lap as I sat across from her.
I started on her feet and her head dropped down. She began making cooing noises, and one of her hands absently moved to touch her right breast. Rubbing it through the fabric, her breathing became labored. After a minute of squeezing her own tit, she had a moment of self-realization as she was fondling herself in front of her son. She looked at me, mortified. I had her leg, and she hadn’t resisted.
“It’s alright mom. You can touch yourself if you want.”
She looked at me, mortification transitioning into despair.
“Casper, I’m — why am I doing this?” She had tears in her eyes.
“Because you love me, mother.”
She said nothing. I sat opposite her holding her foot in my now oily hands, holding her gaze with mine. I offered her a smile, and the tips of her beautiful mouth went up in response.
“I do love you, Casper.”
“I love our dates, mom.”
“So do I, son.”
She began to relax as I massaged her calf. Her forehead creased, showing enjoyment over her son fondling her body. I moved onto my knees as I massaged the tender flesh.
“I love being with you, mom.”
“I love being with you, too, Casper,” she sighed.
“I especially love touching you like this.” I moved from her calves to her thighs. Mom’s legs were draped over each of my shoulders, giving me ample room to massage her upper thighs. As I began massaging lotion into her upper area, her damp white panties were clearly visible through her mini skirt.
I openly ogled my mother; I could feel her tremble in secret delight.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Casper.” Her body betrayed her.
“Tell me to stop,” I dared her.
“I — I,”
“Mom, I know you love the feel of me touching you. If at any time it feels bad, let me know and I’ll stop, okay?”
I didn’t wait for an affirmative; we were way past that. I snaked my trembling hand into the V of her creamy thighs. As soon as my palm made contact with her panties, her thighs parted even more, both her legs sliding off my shoulders. Her hips moved reflexively into my palm.
“No, son ah! Don’t…”
I stuck a finger into her panties where the wetness was. Her left leg twitched. Her head lolled back on the couch. I pulled back my finger and licked it; it was the taste of things to come. It was the taste of conquest. I wanted to eat her out right there, but there was something I wanted her to do first. It was time for one of my sexual fantasies to come true.
As I stood up, I dropped my shorts to the floor, kicking it away. My hard cock on display, I stepped up towards my mother. She regained a semblance of her composure, only to nearly lose it again when she saw my hard cock only inches from her face.
“Mom, I want you to make me feel good.”
Despair transitioned to lust as she slowly moved forward. Her hands went up to either side of my upper thighs. She looked up at me, and I grabbed her face with my right hand, caressing her check, her chin, rubbing my thumb along her full lips. She stuck her tongue out and then caught my thumb before sucking on it.
“Mom, suck my cock. And make sure you look at me while you do it.”
She moaned over my thumb before she enveloped my cock with her mouth. My other hand had gripped it by the base, and for a few seconds she had both my thumb and dick in her mouth before I pulled my thumb fully away. She looked up at me, then spun her body around to where her legs were on the couch. She sat sideways from me; both her hands moved behind her to brace as her lips started tentatively working my hard shaft. In that position her chest stood out more, just begging to be felt up, which was only too happy to do. Her tits were pillowy and soft. I pinched a hard nipple, rolling it around in my fingers while she teased my cock. She was blowing spit bubbles on the tip of my glans, sensuously looking up at me while teasing the bubbles with her tongue, popping them. Then she began blowing me in earnest, making slurping noises, frequently humming over my cock while I worked both her breasts. At one point, she took me halfway down her throat before stopping, looking up at me expectantly. I surmised what she wanted me to do was fuck her face, and when I put my hand on the back of her head to hold her while I pumped into her mouth she moaned with undisguised lust. I trip hammered the back of my mother’s throat and to my amazement, she took it like a champ.
The whole experience was too much for me, and when I came in her mouth, she swallowed, never breaking eye contact with me for one second. When I finally regained my composure, I looked down at her, still spit-shining my still hard cock. Mom didn’t just grant me my sexual fantasy; she had made it so much more intense than I had ever imagined. I looked forward to our descent into debauchery with undisguised glee.
“I love you, mom,” I croaked.
She pulled herself from my dick, licking her cum drenched lips.
“I love you too, son.” She looked up at me with adoration.
“Let’s go to your room.”
“Yes.”
She rose and I led her up to her boudoir. I had her walk ahead of me up the stairs and she walked sensuously, hips swaying almost hypnotically as she showed me that gorgeous ass. I gave it a playful swat, producing a squeal of delight. At the top of the stairs, I turned her to me, embracing her.
“Kiss me, mother,” I ordered. With brazen lust, she pounced on my mouth with her own, grabbing me by the ass and back of my neck. Her lips were supple and full, pliant and eager. Her tongue explored my mouth at a frantic pace. I pinched her tone ass, producing a moan around my own tongue. The mini she wore was designed to give me unfettered access to her tits, and I greedily partook, revealing her bare tit, fondling her bullet-hard nipples. My tongue defeated hers as I stormed into her mouth, her sucking on my tongue. I reveled in the feel of her tits and ass, but I wanted more. We were just getting started.
“On the bed, mother,” I ordered.
She grinned, slipping out of her soaked panties while she did.
“Help me with my dress first, son.” Her left breast still bounced free; she did nothing to hide it.
I helped her out of her dress, and except for her earrings, a necklace and a ring, she was naked. I took off my tank top and so was I. She got onto the bed, on her elbows, looking at me seductively. She slowly moved her legs open showing off her glistening blond bush, neatly trimmed; her sexy long legs flexed. I followed her onto the bed, moving myself over her blond mound of pubic hair, leering at my mother.
“You’ve got such a beautiful pussy, mother. Good enough to eat.”
“Oh God, Casper, suck on your mother’s pussy and make her feel good, please.”
“Only because you said please, mother.”
“Please, please please please, son.”
She presented her pussy to me, and I began kissing the inside of her thighs, thoroughly teasing her before I peeled back the delicate petals of her engorged labia and started licking her pussy lips. She tasted glorious.
“Ooohh, Casper, that’s so good! Oh, my tits!”
I snaked a hand up to a firm breast, shaking it like a bowl of jello. I played with her nipples; they were erect as mother was quite sensitive. Meanwhile, I continued my assault on her buttery crease. Mom began humping into me, making high pitched noises almost like a poodle. It was erotically adorable. I was still rock hard as I continued working her pleasure palace with my lips, chin, nose, and tongue. I used as much of my face as I could to pleasure her. She had a hand on my head and one pinching her other breast as I continued holding the other one hostage. My other hand joined my mouth on mother’s sex. Her engorged clit poked out of her hood, and I stuck a finger deep to pleasure the rest of her clitoris. A gush of her sweet juice spilled over my fingers and lips, as I reveled in the taste. Her hand pulled my hair, her thighs squeezed my head, trapping me in a pleasure prison I had no desire to ever escape from. My mother’s erotic noises of encouragement were music to my ears.
I didn’t give mom much time to recover from her orgasm, the first of many she would have. I kissed her belly button, sending shivers through her. I paused at her tits as I licked and sucked the tender flesh. Her areolae were dime-sized, her nipples still diamond-hard, jutting out prominently. As I pummeled her nipples with my tongue, she cradled my head with both hands.
“Like when you were a baby,” she cooed.
“Except I wasn’t able to do this,” I added, plunging my middle finger into her pussy. I worked it to the knuckle and really dug in as I mined for more of her sweet nectar. I was rewarded by an intake of breath as her hips gyrated.
Moments later she came again on my fingers, clutching my head to her breasts and I crushed them both in my hands, both her nipples joined together as I tongue-lashed them both. I was going to tit fuck my mom, but that would come later. What I wanted now was my hard cock inside her.
I positioned myself above her, and she raised her hips into the air as her pussy searched for my cock. I teased her by slapping my crown against her vulva, producing little love spasms from her.
“I’m going to fuck you now, mom.”
“I know, son. I want you inside me.”
“Ask me, mom. Ask me nicely.”
She looked at me, eyes full of lust.
“Please, Casper. Can you stick your dick into my vagina?”
“Mom. I want to hear you say you want my cock in your cunt.” I slapped my cock against her opening, lubricating it with the juices coming out of her juicy pussy.
“Son…Please fuck your mother’s dirty cunt with your tasty cock.” Her voice dripped with carnal need. This was the moment of triumph. The moment I had been fantasizing about.
“Put it in, mom — but don’t use your hands. Use your pussy.”
I positioned my concrete flesh hammer into her tunnel, making it easier for her to gyrate her hips so her pussy kissed the crown of my cock. What I didn’t expect was my mother’s hands on my ass as she urged me into her greased-up fuckhole. I went balls deep into her and she emitted a high-pitched keening noise. When I see-sawed back to hammer into her again, her cock sheath tried sucking me back in. It was a feeling I’ll never forget as I trip hammered into her with everything I had. In that moment, I felt invincible as I laid claim to my mother. I slammed my tongue into her eagerly accepting mouth as I fucked her. As we rutted together I was impressed with myself for lasting longer than I thought. However, I’m only human and eventually I approached the precipice of a knee-knocking orgasm. I was either going to cum inside her gooey snatch or on her face.
“Mom,” my voice was strangled with passion, “should I pull out…”
I never had a chance to say the rest as my mother wrapped those sexy legs around me, ankles pressing into my ass, trapping my dick inside her. That was my cue; I blitzed into her wet channel with renewed vigor, shaking the bed. Not thirty seconds later I bottomed out, piercing her womb with my crown. She spasmed against me, as we continued kissing. I opened my eyes to find her staring back at me in ecstatic bliss. I pulled away from her lips long enough to let her know.
“Here it comes, mother,” I informed her before we resumed our erotic tongue battle.
I invaded her womb with my seed, and again. I coated her sugar walls as her vagina contracted around my cock, coaxing as much of my baby batter into her sex as possible. Our movements became less passionate as our breathing gradually returned to normal. I lay on my back, passion sated for the moment, reveling in the salacious nature of our act. My mother lay on her side, hand on my chest, kissing my neck and cheek. I offered my lips and she languidly sucked on my lower lip.
“That was incredible, Casper,” she complimented.
I looked at her. “It’s only the beginning, mom.”
She sighed. “mmmmmmmh.” I put a hand on her pubic mound. She moved it to me.
“This is mine now, mom.”
She haltingly smiled. “I-I suppose it is now, isn’t it?”
I pinched her pear-shaped ass. “‘Suppose’ has nothing to do with it, mom. I want you to say your pussy is mine.” I could feel myself harden. I took her hand and moved it over my cock. She instinctively grabbed it, squeezing it lovingly, stroking it back to hardness.
“My pussy…”
“…say it, mom. Tell me what you and I already know.”
I rolled on top of her, feeling her nipples brush against my chest as they started to harden again. She wore a surprised look on her face but bit her lower lip as she looked up at me. I could see acceptance. Her legs spread invitingly.
“My pussy is yours, Casper.”
I entered her again, taking my time, fucking her slowly, using long strokes. She responded to each thrust with the same mantra:
“My pussy belongs to you.”
By the time I finished inside her sodden cock-sheath, she had orgasmed twice more. Hours later, I woke up to the two of us spooning, my hard morning wood pulsing in the crevice of her ass.
“Good morning, son.” In response, she flexed her ass. My hard cock pulsed against her. This was day one of our new relationship.
It was time to act on one of my own fantasies. I had mom lay on all fours on the bed, in the same subservient position as the image; ass up in the air, presenting that pussy that I now owned. She took to it readily, and as I began to take her from behind, she creamed onto my hard prick, shouting words of encouragement and lust. I couldn’t get enough of my sexy mother, and she was more than willing to indulge my depravity. I used her beautiful blond hair as a leash, pulling and twisting on it, dictating her movements as I spackled the small of her back. I scooped a load of cum onto my finger, offering it to her lips; she sucked on it wantonly.
And just like that, my mother became my slave. We were like a pair of newlyweds who just couldn’t get enough of each other. We christened every room as I continued to reinforce her base desires, fueling both her lust and obedience. I bought a choker for her as a reminder she was my property. I also decided my mother needed to get a tattoo on her lower back that read “Property of Casper”. She loved it, of course.
Our trips to the Del Mar track not only continued, but mother also got us box seats. In early August there was a wine tasting and summer extravaganza, complete with fireworks displays in the evening. We were watching from our private box seats; wine had been imbibed and we were feeling good. I kissed my mother on the neck, right below her ear. She wore a three-knot braid hairstyle, complete with a gold choker with a heart-shaped submission ring that I planned to use tonight. Also, she had a short green floral evening dress with a plunging neckline to her belly button, displaying those magnificent tits and toned legs up to right above the knee.
“Casper, tonight has been so romantic. I can’t wait for the fireworks display. When are they starting?” She squealed in delight.
“In a few minutes, mother. Before the fireworks begin, did you wear your thong underwear like I’d requested?” It was a rhetorical question.
She nodded, eyes sparkling. “You know I did, love.”
“I’d like to inspect them for wetness.”
Mother displayed a knowing smile, stood and shimmied her thong down to her knees before sitting back down. I turned, crouching, and worked her panties down the rest of the way. I could clearly see her shaved pussy gleaming back at me. Her thong was of course wet.
“Mother, you have the perfect cunt, but your thong is wet. You know I’m going to have to punish you for this.” I tongued the thong as we stared at each other.
“Your mother has a dirty cunt. I should be punished, son,” she grinned demurely.
“I shall begin your punishment immediately.” I pulled out a golden chain, attached to a ring I wore. I held the clip in my hand expectantly. Both my mother and I stood; her voluptuous figure was impressive. As I unzipped my pants, she slowly raised her dress up past her waist. I got a good look at her vulva as I sat back down. My mother then straddled me as I sat, my hardened cock pointed north, and settled on it.
Her eyes fluttered in ecstasy as she impaled her juicy cunt onto my erect flagpole. With minimal effort and maximum enjoyment, she worked that ass all the way down my man meat. I could feel her rippling, hungry snatch convulsing around my hard shaft. Her eyesight reoriented from her enjoyment, and she leaned forward, presenting her lips to mine so I could take them. I kissed her with animal need, smearing her lipstick all over both our mouths. I pulled away, snapping the chain to the slave collar. I felt her cunt snap right after the clasp did. She put both her hands around my head, pulling me in so I could maul her aching breasts while she worked her hips over and around my man meat. When the fireworks started, I positioned her standing with her hands on the railing. Her back was to me, the dress pulled up to her waist, presenting that magnificent ass and pussy, slightly bent at a delicious angle to where I could easily stuff her with my cock. In addition, the tattoo on the small of her back that read “Property of Casper” was just visible. I smiled as I tightened the chain, entering my mother from behind.
“Happy first month anniversary, slave.” I whispered in her ear as I stuffed her juicy, bald cunt with my diamond hard man meat.
“Thank you, master, for your lovely cock.” she managed to get out between moans and cries of passion.
The fireworks weren’t the only things blasting off that night. The festival was one of my favorite moments of the summer.
As August turned to September, it was time to take a future wife. I looked forward to bending the future candidate to my will, introducing her intimately to my mother when the time came. As magical as the summer was, the fall promised to be even better.