Chapter 2

While we waited for the enforcers to arrive and sat there at the poker table, eating, drinking, and smoking, I noticed that Mom squirmed a bit in her awkward nudity. She knew enough of the new slavery laws to know that she had sealed her own fate. After she was coded, collared, and more than that, she would have no rights at all and would legally be a possession, nothing more than that. She was chattel, her own son’s property, no less.

“Well, now that the fidelity issue is resolved, in favor of infidelity as well as incest, there’s no point in trying to fight my desires. I want you, Bruce. I want to be your girlfriend again. Before you say it, I know what comes with the territory, though you owning your own mother totally confirms the fact. I know that you’re a pussyhound. So what?

“The fact is that, cheater though you were, you were hands down the best boyfriend I ever had. I’ll just have to accept the fact that I’m sharing you, of course, certainly at least with Melanie. I’ll do it if you will. I’ll share you with Melanie and anyone else that you like. All I ask in return is to get to borrow her now and then. Mostly so I can eat her ass. That butt ... it looks too damn yummy to resist!” Tiffany proposed now, really stunning me with her fantasies of rimming Mom.

“What about her pussy?” I commented now.

“Sure, it looks sweet enough to eat, but somehow ... seeing her bare bottom has had ... this effect on me. I suddenly crave it the same way that I’d crave an ice cream cone! I just want to put my mouth back there and not stop! I want to tongue-fuck her sweet tush into next week! If only I knew this about myself sooner ... imagine the threesomes and us never breaking up at all!” my once and future girlfriend told me excitedly as Dylan’s ride arrived, and then the enforcers.

“Hello, I’m Agent Walter Brown and this is Agent Stephanie Larue. We’re here to formally collar and code a Melanie Mackenzie as the chattel and property of one Bruce Mackenzie? Is that correct?” a buff black man and much smaller woman with a farmer’s tan announced themselves.

“That’s me,” Mom acknowledged their words, “and this is my son, Bruce, who is also to be my Master, my owner, if you will.”

“You’re surrendering your freedom ... to your son ... voluntarily. Your own son? That’s fucking hot, ma’am!” Walter showed a bulge where he got aroused by such a notion.

“Kneel and receive your code and collar,” Stephanie demanded of Mom, who was more than happy, even eager, to get on her knees.

With that, Walter scanned the barcode into Mom’s flesh and placed a collar on her neck. The finality of this must have sunk in with everyone present, because they were fascinated and couldn’t tear their eyes from the sight of it. The rest of the equipment that I needed were my job to purchase, of course. They didn’t buy such things at public expense, naturally.