Chapter 11

My mom turned into her bedroom and I closed the door after I entered behind her. She walked slowly to the foot of the bed and stood with her back to it and her hands at her sides. When I moved to stand in front of her, she looked at me with an sober expression that seemed like a cross between uncertainty and curiosity, and I needed to be sure she was really ready for this.

“You and dad fantasized about me,” I said to start this crucial conversation, “and you obviously responded to my spanking you.”

“Seeing how Pam was dressed when you got home got me thinking, so I decided to see how you would react to my change. And then, when I deliberately provoked you, you took charge of me and of the situation. That continued bringing my fantasies to the realm of reality, and I responded, to them and to you.”

“So you’re ready to submit to me?”

“Are you ready to take command of your own mother?” she countered.

“Yes, I am. After what Pam and I have said and done, and after she told me about what happened to her, with dad and then with you, the idea of incest, of more incest, doesn’t bother me. I don’t know where this will lead, but I want to find out, and I think you do, too. So I’m ready. From your body’s reaction downstairs, I know you’re ready physically; the question is, are you ready psychologically? Are you ready emotionally? We both have to know, because, if we cross that line, there’s no turning back.”

I kept my hands at my sides and I held my breath as my mother’s expression slowly changed from cool calm to a warm smile. “Yes, Alex, I’m ready.”

“Is that a proper way for you to address your dominant?”

“I beg your pardon, Sir. Thank you for correcting me.”

“I know dad has precedence over me, with you and with Pam,” I said, “and I’ll talk with him about our new family situation when he returns.”

“I think that’s a very good idea.”

“But until he gets home, you’re mine.”

“Of course ... Sir.”

“Put your hands on top of your head,” I said firmly.

“And if I don’t?” she said saucily.

She’s testing me right away, and that’s good. She needs to see how it’s going to be between us. “If you don’t, I’ll make sure you can’t sit down for a week.”

“That won’t be necessary, Sir,” she said much more demurely, and she obeyed my order.

I bent down and put my lips on hers, and she responded immediately, opening her mouth so my tongue could touch hers. Kissing Pam had been delightful, more so than any of the girls I’d dated, even those I’d had sex with. But kissing my mother was entirely different, not because she was my mother but because she was a mature woman with a lot more experience. Because of my directive, she couldn’t use her hands, but the ways she used her mouth, her lips and tongue, and the way she turned her head and used the muscles in her face, communicated without words her acceptance, her willingness, and her desire, and it was incredibly erotic.

After perhaps thirty seconds, I pulled my mouth away from hers, and she sighed as if in regret that I had released her. I slid the fingers of my right hand under the hem of her crop-top and cupped her breast, and she inhaled deeply, which pushed the warm swell into my hand, and her big hard nipple poked into my palm.

“You’re bigger than Pam,” I said; mom was probably a very full C or a D-cup. Then I bumped my thumb across that nipple and she moaned.

“She’s still got some growing to do,” mom replied. Then she added seductively, “Do you like mine?”

“I do,” I answered, and then I squeezed her breast, at first lightly and then with increasing pressure.

“Ahhh, mmm, ” she moaned. She gave me a pleading look, her expression hungry, lustful.

“Dad told Pam you like it rough,” I said quietly, and then I took her other nipple in my left thumb and forefinger and pinched it, and she moaned louder. “Is that true ... Mandy?” She reacted instantly, lowering her gaze. “What does that name mean to you?”

“Yesss, it’s true,” she hissed, and she humped her hips against my groin. “Mandy is my slave name; your father has conditioned me so I fall into a deeply submissive and intensely aroused mind-set when I hear that name, even if I’m not already there.”

“It has that much of an effect on you?”

“It really does. I was turned on before, when you spanked me, but now I’m completely and totally yours.”

I let go of her nipple and ran my left hand over the front of her shorts. They were soaked with her juices; I couldn’t believe how turned on she appeared to be. I unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts and pushed them down over her hips and down her legs. She lifted first one foot and then the other to step out of them and then she kicked them aside. I pushed two fingers into her slick pussy and stabbed her clit with my thumb and her whole body shuddered.

“Oh, God, please, I’m so close,” she whispered.

“Please what?” I demanded.

“Please let me come, Sir.”

I sawed my fingers in and out of her a couple of times. “Not yet.”

“Please, Sir, I’m begging you, I don’t know if I can hold it back any longer.”

“You’re so ready, your fantasies must be working overtime.”

“They are finally coming true, and that’s got me extremely aroused.”

“Keep your hands where they are,” I commanded, and she nodded silently.

I pushed her top up with the hand holding her breast so both of them were fully exposed, and then I bent forward and took her nipple between my lips. I swirled my tongue around it and then sucked hard. She shivered, I jammed a third finger into her pussy, I rubbed my thumb up and down on her clit, and ran my fingertips over the rough patch of her G-spot. Her body bucked, and, when I bit her nipple, she screamed and came so hard her knees bent and I was afraid she’d collapse. I quickly took my hand from her breast and wrapped that arm around her waist to keep her from falling, and she slumped against me.

“You may lower your hands,” I told her, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I put both of my hands on her waist, slow-walked her the few steps to the bed, and laid her down on it. When I laid myself down next to her, she pulled her top off over her head and then pressed her body against mine.

“I need more,” she whispered. “Please give me your cock, please fuck me.”

My mother is begging me to have sex with her, my brain shouted inside my head. Despite everything that’s happened, this is literally incredible. But she was undeniably desirable and I was extremely aroused, so I rolled her onto her back and then sat up long enough to strip off my clothes and throw them onto the floor.

She reached for my crotch and took my cock in her hands. “Oh, God, this is beautiful,” she said softly. “You’re as big as your father, I was hoping you could fill me like he does. Please, please, give it to me.”

She spread her legs wide, and I got on top of her and let her position me at her opening. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered.

I pushed forward into her hot, wet cavern, and she squeezed her muscles, tightening herself for my pleasure. I pulled back almost entirely and then slammed forward, and she grunted. “Yes, pound me, make me yours.”

I did exactly that, and she lifted her hips to meet me on every stroke. I held myself up with one hand and played with her breasts with the other, and each time I pinched her nipple she moaned and humped up harder. It didn’t take long at that pace for me to be close to coming, but I wasn’t ready to let loose yet. I withdrew from her pussy and said, “Turn over, hands and knees.”