Chapter 3

When we got home after our little “rest stop”, Mom turned to me. “Master, why don’t you go change clothes and get comfortable. I want to get out of this uniform and get myself ready for my wonderful Master. I don’t want to look like some old, tired waitress – I want to look beautiful for my sweet, sexy Master!” she said.

“Well my little slut, you could never look like an ‘old, tired waitress’ to me, but I will do as you wish if you want to get all dolled up for me!” I said, kissing her on the forehead.

“Thank you Master,” she said, turning on her heels and heading to the bedroom.

“Just one thing though,” I said, stopping her. “whatever you are planning, leave the panties on. I have use for them!”

“Yes Master,” she giggled and shut the bedroom door behind her.

I went to my room and got out of my work clothes slipping on a pair of sweatpants. Then I went into the kitchen and poured us a couple glasses of wine.

Mom always kept a bottle of wine in the house so she could unwind after work. It wasn’t anything special just whatever kind of wine was on sale or inexpensive. We were far from wine connoisseurs!

I had poured us both a glass of wine and sat down in one of the two lounge chairs we had on each end of the sofa. I was facing the hallway Mom would have to walk down coming out of the bedroom and into the living room where I was.

I turned on the TV, figuring it would take Mom a few minutes. I wasn’t concerned with the time – I knew that Mom wanted to look special for me and I was willing to give her the time she needed for whatever she was doing.

So as I watched the evening news I heard her bedroom door open and the sound of her coming down the hallway. All of the floors in our house were hardwood so I could hear her walking down the hall in her high heels.

Then she appeared, framed in the doorway. She was a vision – an absolute angel! She was wearing a white silk thigh-length robe that tied in the front with a ribbon sash, her lacy thong panties, and white strappy high heels.

And to make things even more beautiful, she had put on her best makeup ... dark evening-style eye shadow, mascara, and luscious red lipstick. She had a hint of blush on her cheeks and even a bit to accentuate her cleavage – as if that needed accentuating! She was drop dead gorgeous and my mouth fell open at the sight of her standing there.

Without taking my eyes off her, I clicked the TV off and dropped the remote on the floor next to my chair. Mom smiled and started walking towards me, looking every bit like a Victoria Secret runway model. I could feel my cock stiffening with every step she took as she got closer.

She came up to stand in front of me. I was still speechless as I looked as the stunning creature before me. “You look ... wow! Holy shit, mom is that you?” I said.

Mom giggled. “Do you like it, Master? Do you like the way I look for you?” she asked.

All I could think was that every man who had ever turned her down or left this God’s gift to mankind was a damn fool!

“Like it? Mom you look gorgeous!” I said.

“Aww, thank you Master, I’m glad you approve,” she said. “So now that you have me, what will you do with me?”

I had finally regained my senses (somewhat) and I didn’t want to sound like a starry-eyed teenager. I was supposed to be the man of the house and her Master – I’d better be able to control myself if I wanted to control her!

I sat forward in my chair and reached out to grab the ribbon sash around her waist and gently pull her a step or two closer. When she was standing just beyond my spread knees, I slowly pulled the ends of the sash, untying it.

Then I ran my fingertips along the long thin opening in the front of her robe tracing a line down her body with the tips of my fingers. I heard her inhale as my fingers burned a trail down her soft skin. I peeled away the edges of her robe slowly, revealing her tits and the front of her body a bit at a time ... afraid that moving too fast would make the dream vanish.

Finally the robe slipped delicately off her soft smooth shoulders and ever so lightly hit the floor behind her without making a sound. She stood before me in all her radiant glory now clothed only in her panties and heels. I still couldn’t believe that such a glorious creature was giving herself to me willingly serving my every wish and desire. It was incredible.

“Kneel,” I commanded.

Mom knelt on the floor at my feet and I instructed her the proper position for her to kneel in. “Now spread your knees wide apart and sit on your heels. Keep your back straight and push out those tits.

“Put your hands on the tops of your thighs and keep you eyes lowered looking at the floor in front of you unless I instruct otherwise. There just like that.

“This is how I want you to be whenever you kneel in front of me. Remember it because you will be kneeling like this a lot. I will use this position to teach you and to talk to you about important matters,” I said.

“Yes Master,” she replied.

“Now I will teach you the proper way to please me and there will be lots to learn. We will start off with a few rules though,” I said.

“Rules, Master?”

“Yes, and rule #1 is that you will not cum without permission. When we are having sex or when you are allowed to masturbate, you will ask permission and get it before you cum. Understand?”

“Yes Master, but what if you are not around?” she asked.

“That is rule #2. You will not masturbate without permission from me. Your pleasure is mine to give you. If you were to go out and masturbate anytime you wanted, then my gift of release would be of no value. I use your orgasms as a teaching tool and a reward for your service. But if you can have them whenever you like then they are not my gift to you. Do you see?” I said.

“Yes, Master.”

“If you masturbate or cum without permission, you will be disciplined. I have a reason for giving it and a reason for denying it. Do not supersede my wishes,” I said.

“Yes, Master. But what about today? I told you I had to masturbate twice just to make it through today,” she asked.

“Well I hadn’t told you the rule until now. So I cannot discipline you for something that happened before I established the rule. But from this point on, you will be held accountable,” I said.

“Yes, Master.”

“Rule #3 is you are not to wear panties in my presence unless you are given permission. Now when you are at work, you may wear them, but first thing when you get home, you are to remove them. I must always have full access to you. You have a very lovely flower and I must be able to see it and touch it whenever I want,” I told her.

“Yes, Master. Should I take off my panties now?” she asked.

“Not just yet, my sweet,” I said.

“Now you already know what to call me and when to use that, and you know what I will be calling you so we don’t need to go over all that. And there will be other rules from time to time but that’s good for now. You will also learn etiquette and protocols – such things as you are not to touch a doorknob in my presence. Whether it’s a car door or building door, you are not to touch it; you wait and I will open the door for you. You will also not sit until I seat you. You will ask permission and explain the reason why you must leave my presence – such as ‘Master may I be excused to use the ladies room?’ and that sort of thing. You will always walk on my left side when we walk down the street or someplace together – the left side is the building side of the sidewalk to protect you from mud puddles or anything from the street that might distress you. It is also my heart side and I want you on my heart side,” I said.

She smiled at that last one. “Yes Master,” she replied. “You’ve thought a lot about this haven’t you, Master.”

“Yes I have, slut. Like I told you, this has been a fantasy of mine for a long time,” I said.

“Well, I’m just glad to be your ‘fantasy girl’”, Mom said.

“You always have been, my sexy slut,” I told her.

“Is there anything else, Master?” she asked.

“Just one more thing. Stand up,” I commanded. Mom got to her feet standing in front of me again.

“Now spread your legs and put your hands behind your head lacing your fingers together.” she obeyed me and spread her legs shoulder width apart. “A little wider, slut.”

When she was in the position I wanted, I reached between her legs and began playing with her cunt through her thin lacy panties.

“Not only do you need to work on your manners and etiquette, slut, you need to work on your patience as well. So we are going to test your patience and see how well you do. I do not want you to move your hands from behind your head, no matter what I do, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl,” I said.

I began rubbing her pussy a little harder so she could feel my hand sawing away at her cunt. It didn’t take very long for her to begin moaning. Mom was still sensitive from our trip home and my hand rubbing against her pussy lips and clit got her worked up all over again. I could see a wet spot beginning to form in her panties as I moved my hand back and forth between her legs.

She began to grind against my hand almost absent-mindedly, as if it was an automatic response to what I was doing. She closed her eyes giving herself over to the delicious sensations I was giving her. I kept moving my hand back and forth between her legs but now my raised thumb rubbed over her sensitive clit, adding another element to her test.

“Ohh, Master!” she moaned as my thumb rubbed over her clit.

Her grinding got harder and she rode my hand like riding a horse. I could see her legs starting to tremble slightly as her need increased. She was panting and moaning now, I knew I was really getting to her.

Her panties drenched now, I pulled my hand back momentarily. Mom stood there panting as she tried to rest, thinking the worst was over and she had passed the test. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

After only a couple moment’s rest, I reached up and pulled aside her panties and used the finger of my other hand to tease her pussy directly. My finger ran up and down her dripping slit just inside her fat slick lips.

I got my fingers all wet with her slick juices and then moved up to the top of her cunt and began rubbing my juice-coated fingertip over her hard button.

Mom’s reaction was immediate and obvious. The moment I touched her hard, erect clit, she bent almost in half and tried to pull her hips away from me. Her hands didn’t leave her head, but I knew that I had to approach this differently.

I stood up and moved around behind her I pressed myself up against her and reached around her waist. One hand slipped into her panties and resumed toying with her pussy while my other hand began rolling a nipple between my fingers.

Mom was really in trouble now. Her moaning and whimpering turned into desperate cries for me to make her cum. She wanted me to finish her off and she was trying so hard not to let her hands slip from her head. She writhed and twisted in my arms as she tried to take her mind off what was happening in her slobbering cunt. But I had one more trick up my sleeve.

Without warning, I shoved two fat fingers deep into her cunt dragging them back over her hyper-sensitive, pulsing clit. The suddenness coupled with the pressure on her clit were too much as I knew they would be.

She instinctively grabbed my hand to force me to finger her more, letting her hands move from their place. She pushed my hand into her pussy with one hand and placed the other over the hand playing with her tits. She laid her head back on my shoulder.

“Please, Master, Oh please make me cum!” she whimpered.

The tone of her voice signaled surrender. She conceded defeat and now begged me for mercy and to make her cum. I had won the contest; I saw no reason to torment her further.

I shoved my fingers deep inside her and with a few short pumps she came all over my hand and down her legs soaking her panties further as her juices poured out onto the floor.

“OHHHFUUUCCCKKMAASTERRR!” she cried out as her body shook from the force of her orgasm.

Her knees got wobbly and she started to stumble but my arms around her caught her and I sat down pulling her onto my lap as I did. I held my mother as her orgasm passed through her, softly rocking her and comforting her until she was at peace once again.

We were sitting there together with her on my lap as her breathing slowed to normal again. Then she looked up at me and there were tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, slut?” I asked, puzzled.

“Oh Bobby, no one has ever treated me with such kindness and love before! You have shown me more love and more consideration than any man I have ever known. Even your own father wasn’t this nice to me. Bobby, baby, I love you and I love being your slut. I am yours, honey, totally and completely. Your slut, your fucktoy, whatever you want me to be,” she said.

I looked at her as she spoke and she was absolutely sincere. I could see in her eyes that she meant every word of it. I also saw reflections of how she had been treated in the past. In her words and in her face I saw the hurt and pain she had suffered at these other men’s hands. I was determined not to let it happen again.

“Mary,” I said using her first name, “I know that life and love hasn’t been easy for you. I have seen how you have been neglected, abused, and tossed aside by other men. And it isn’t easy to give yourself wholly after years of that kind of treatment.

“But I swear to you that all that is over for you now. I am not just your son, your own flesh and blood, but I am a man and your Master and I promise you here and now that you will never again lack for love and attention. You ARE my slut, my fucktoy and my submissive.

“But more than all that, you are my greatest fantasy come true. I have loved you all my life and now that love has come to mean even more,” I said.

“I love you, Master,” she said softly and laid her head on my chest as we held each other.

The next couple weeks went by uneventfully. Kim graduated from high school and we were all very happy and proud of her. As soon as the graduation was over, she began planning and getting ready for her trip to the reading camp.

She was more excited about that than graduating – it was going to be her ticket to the teaching career she had wanted since she was a little girl. It was all she talked about for the next week as she waited for the day she would be leaving.

Then that day came and we took her to the school where she would take a school bus the camp had to the camp. She had shown us pictures and it looked like a nice place and she was so excited to be going.

Mom was a little less excited seeing her “little girl” leaving home – if only for a few weeks. But knowing that she had plans with me helped her. Besides, she wasn’t moving away ... she would be back home in four weeks and we’d hear all about camp for the next three months!

With hugs and kisses, she boarded the bus and we sat there until it drove out of site around the corner. As the bus disappeared, I dropped the gear selector into Drive and said “Now slut ... you’re ass belongs to me!”