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Thanks for all the comments/feedback. A good portion of chapters one and two are based on real events. I have had so much fun sharing and embellishing these events, that I am now injecting more fiction into the story in order to build more chapters. Not saying it is all fiction now; some of it is very true. Everyone in this story is 18 or over.
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Two incredible days with Aunt Lorraine were followed by a week-long hiatus with one exception, but more about that another time. I did spend more time with my mother than I usually did. She was in between jobs and was struggling with being left by my father and I had the summer off. I knew I should get a part-time job but I wanted to be around the house more to support my mother. Well that’s what I told myself, but I also knew, there was something going on with her and between us that I wanted to explore.
As distressed as my mother was, she got up early every day, got dressed in some very interesting clothes, did her make up and hair and divided her time between housework, painting a room in the basement she hoped to rent out, and lounging about.
For some reason, my father’s absence sparked an interest in my mother to be more feminine. She had bought new clothes with Aunt Lorraine but also went shopping on her own. The short story is that my mother now dressed in ways that showed off her body, that certainly turned heads and mine was one of them.
At home, she became very laissez-faire about her attire around me. When my father was with us, she dressed very conservatively. Now, her tops were low cut, and she either wore very short dresses or tight short-shorts and often she worked around the house in high-heels which made her legs look even better than they usually did.
Monday, for example, she wore a short plaid skirt that flared out. It was so short that I often saw her white cotton panties she was wearing underneath. On top she wore a white button-down blouse without a bra. I watched her wash our breakfast dishes and couldn’t keep my eyes off her ass and her legs.
Eventually I got up to dry the dishes and I couldn’t help but look down her blouse. She was wearing perfume that smelled like roses. Sometimes I would have to walk behind her to put a dish or pot away in a cupboard. There wasn’t a lot of room between the sink and the kitchen table, so it wasn’t uncommon for me to brush against her backside as I slipped by her.
Each time I did that I got a little bolder. The dishes were almost done when I got up the courage to stop behind her and lean in a bit, pressing my groin up against her ass. I was wearing gym shorts as usual and I was already hard from watching and think about how sexy she looked. When I leaned in, my mother pushed back a little and moaned.
“Tom,” she mumbled. “You shouldn’t.”
I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, “Mom you smell so good.” I reached above her to pull down the window görükle escort shade. The motion of me stretching pushed my hard cock into her even more and before I realized what I was doing I had my hands on each of her hips as I slowly humped my mother.
It took her a few moments, clearly longer than it should have, for my mother to turn around. “Tom,” she said. “I am your mother.” She put her hands on my shoulders. My cock was now resting against her stomach. She looked down and then back up at me. “Tom, I know you are seeing a new side of me, now that your father is gone, but I fear you are confused and I don’t want you to think…” She paused. “Oh, Tom, I don’t want us to cross any lines we know we shouldn’t.”
My mother tried to slide away from me, but I held onto her hips and said, “I am not confused, Mom.” As she stared at me with wide eyes, I lowered one hand down her thigh until I found the bottom of her skirt. With my other hand I pulled a kitchen chair behind me and sat down. Looking up at her and smiling all the while, I lowered my other hand and began tugging gently on her skirt.
My mother closed her eyes and then opened them when the waist-band got stuck on her hips. I had pulled it down a few inches but the skirt was tight and wasn’t going anywhere.
“Tom, stop. This is wrong.”
“I know, Mom, but…” I looked up at her. “Please.”
That’s when my mother reached behind her to unbutton the skirt but when she tried to unzip herself, the zipper got stuck. “Oh,” she said. She turned around. “Would you?”
As conflicted as we were, this was another turning point in our relationship. My mother was asking me to unzip her skirt, and I was happy to oblige. Once unzipped, the skirt fell to her ankles and all there was between my face and her ass were her white panties.
She kicked the skirt from her ankles but otherwise did not move. I took that as a cue and I planted a kiss on the small of my mother’s back as I lowered her panties and let them fall to the floor as well. I discovered the scent of her perfume was present there too. I imagined her dabbing a drop or two in the indentation above the crack of her ass.
“Oh, Mom,” I whispered as I pushed my face into her lower back and started kissing it. One of my hands was stroking her inner thigh and the other had wrapped around her waist. Mom shifted her legs a bit to widen her stance, but when my fingers started to rub up against her very wet pussy, she pushed me away and took a seat next to me.
“Tom! I am sorry I let you do that. I am your mother, not a whore.”
I don’t know what got into me. Perhaps I had become emboldened by my time with Aunt Lorraine. Without thinking of the consequences, I pulled my mother to me and kissed her. “Why can’t you be both, Mom?”
She pulled away but not that far away from my lips. She still had her blouse on but she was still naked from the waist bursa escort bayan down. “Tom?”
I brushed a strand of hair off her face. “Yes?”
“You think of me as a whore?”
“No, Mom, I don’t.”
“That’s a relief.”
“But I want to, Mom. I want to a lot.”
My mother gave me a look that I had never seen before. It was not motherly or sweet but neither was it angry or sad. Her mouth was open and her eyes were wide. She muttered under her breath something I couldn’t make out.
“What?” I looked down between her legs, which were slightly parted. I could see a bit of moisture lining her slit.
“Oh, god, Tom,” she whispered. “I should send you to your room, but…”
“Mom,” I laughed. “I am too old to be sent to my room.”
She nodded and continued, “But…I want to…”
“You want to what, Mom?”
“God forgive me, but I think I want to be your whore.” Her eyes began to well up with tears.
“Don’t be sad, Mom.” I touched her cheek.
“Oh, son, I am not sad. I am finally happy to admit it. I have wanted you for so long but you were not 18 so I never thought to act on that desire. It’s why I always dressed as I did, covered up. I did that to stop myself from the urges I felt, which were wrong, so wrong, but now…”
I smiled. “Now I am a man.”
“Yes, son. You are and I saw how big you are through your shorts and you are quite the man in fact. Much more of a man than your father.”
“I don’t know what to say,” I said. “I didn’t expect all of this.”
“Well son, do want me to be your…your whore?”
“Yes,” I said. I looked at her and added, “Mom, take off your blouse.”
“Really? Right now?”
“Unbutton it slowly for me.”
“Okay.” As she unbuttoned her blouse, I asked her what it meant to her to be my whore.
“She had three buttons undone and as she unfastened the fourth, she said tentatively, “Tom it means I will do anything you tell me to.”
“Anything?”
“Uh huh.” She undid the last button and opened her blouse. Her tits were magnificent and hung down a bit, which I really liked, and her nipples were hard. She pushed her chair back a bit and opened her legs. “Tom, is this okay?”
“Yes, Mom. I like seeing your open pussy. It is beautiful, but…” I smiled. “You need to do a better job shaving.”
My mother closed her legs. “Oh, dear.”
“Perhaps you should get it waxed.”
“I will do it if you order me to.”
It finally sank in. My mother wanted to be told what to do. She wanted to be submissive. “I can’t do this on my own volition,” she said. “But if you order me to do things, I will do them for you.”
When you are 18 years old and your mother who is beautiful and sexy and naked in front of you, telling you she wants to be your whore, I guarantee it will make your head spin every which way.
I cleared my throat. “Mom, tomorrow I want bursa escort you to go wax off all of your pussy hair. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Tom. I will first thing.”
“And Mom?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to call me ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.'”
“Oh god, how do you know about those things?”
I wanted to tell her that Aunt Lorraine called me ‘Sir,’ but I thought better of it. The Internet, Mom. I have read about that and seen some videos.”
Apparently, my mother knew quite a bit about BDSM, too. She knelt and rested her hands on her legs and said, “Master?”
“Yes?”
“May I…oh god…may I be your whore?”
“You want to be my mother whore?”
Her face flushed. “Yes, Sir. I do.” She reached up and rested her hand on my stiff cock. “I want to worship my son, my Master. I will do anything you order me to.”
As life often goes, the phone rang. We both looked at the phone. My mother looked at me.
“Answer it. I want to think about all of this. I am going to go sit in the living room and after the call, join me.”
“Yes Master.”
“And stay naked, Mom. I want you naked.”
“Of course.”
As I left the kitchen, she answered phone. “Oh, hi, sis, how are you?”
How crazy is that, I thought. If only they both knew.
While they talked, I thought about what I wanted from my whore mother. I wanted to be able to tell her clearly what I expected and, now that I understood what she wanted, I knew I had to be clear with her and that I had to order her to accommodate my desires. I wasn’t used to ordering my mother around, so I felt a bit out of sorts about that. Nevertheless, my mother was naked and she was being very clear now about her desires.
My mother wanted to be my whore. I planned on telling her precisely what that meant to me once she came into the room. How ironic that she was talking to Aunt Lorraine right now, my cum rag. My mind was racing. I knew I had to claim my mother as my whore, but I was already thinking ahead because I knew one day, I wanted Aunt Lorraine to be my whore, too.
But first things first. My breathing picked up when I heard mother say good bye to Auntie. A moment later my mother was standing in the entryway to the living room. I was sitting in the Lazy Boy and my cock was extended out the sides of my gym shorts.
“Oh,” my mother said, staring at my arousal.
She took a step toward me and I put up my hand. “Oh no, mother whore, you should crawl to me.”
My mother stopped in her tracks and immediately fell to her knees and began crawling, her head raised to look me directly in my eyes. When she reached me, I opened my legs and pulled my shorts further to one side so that my cock could stand up, erect and engorged.
My mother’s mouth was so close to my cock I could feel her breath. I had her sit that way while I explained to her what her life would be like from now on as my whore. She looked surprised at some of the things I said, but never said a word or offered any sign of resistance. In fact, the more I told her, the happier she seemed.
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Discover in the next chapter what I told my mother and read about a diversion with Aunt Lorraine.