Chapter 7: Training Continues

"Mom -- I mean Cheri, I'm home!" Evan shouted as he walked into the kitchen.

"Yes, Milord," he heard faintly from a distant corner of the house, "I'll be right there."

Opening the refrigerator he took out a jug of milk and poured a glass for himself. Hearing the slight clicking of hard soles on wooden floors he turned as his mother walked into the room.

His jaw dropped when he saw her. She had obviously spent some time with her hair and makeup. It was piled high on her head with a silver comb holding it up. Wearing a dress that was scooped low in the front and with a hem that came up to about mid thigh perched up on three-inch stiletto heels, she was the epitome of class and sex all rolled into one.

Seeing him stare at her she stopped and became worried.

"It everything all right?" she said hesitantly, "I wanted to look nice for you. Is this okay?"

Shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs away, he quickly crossed over to her and grabbed her arms. Holding her at arms length, he looked her up and down giving a little wolf whistle as he did.

"All right? I'll say it's all right! My God, Mother, you are beautiful!" Finally he let his eyes come back up and meet hers as he drew her to him and kissed her hard on the lips. Breaking the kiss he held her out away from him to admire once again. This time there was pure lust in his eyes. Cheri's eyes widened slightly and her heart beat a little faster; this was the exact response she had hoped for.

Passively waiting for him to make the next move she looked up at him expectantly, ready even if he decided to take her here on the kitchen floor. Just because he owned her didn't mean she could elicit responses from him that she might desire. Wiggling the bait in front of him didn't mean he had to take it, right?

She thought all day about him and what she craved for him to do to her and after finishing the housework she spent two hours primping and picking out the right clothing. Go dressy or casual? Sexy or demure? Well that one was fairly easy, this was a seventeen-year-old man; one didn't need to be all that subtle now did one? Looks like you got it right in one, old girl, she thought to herself.

Suddenly he let go of one of her arms and smacked himself in the head with the heel of his hand.

"Damn!" he said. "We have our weekly appointment with Dr. Black in half an hour."

"Oh?" she said demurely, "and why should that be a problem, Milord?" Silently she cursed the fact that she had forgotten the appointments herself, but the response he showed was what she wanted; completing that response could wait.

"Because," he growled at her, "I had other thoughts about what to do with the next few hours!"

Leaning into him and fluttering her lashes she said, "What could you possibly have had in mind, Milord?"

As an answer he slipped his arm holding hers around her waist and then down to grab her ass. As he felt her butt his eyes got round and a surprised look came over his face. Spinning her around he lifted her dress to expose her beautiful, and completely naked, ass. All she had on were nylon stockings held up by a frilly garter belt. He almost came in his pants just looking at her.

"Oh jeez!," he groaned. "I ought to bend you over this table and fuck you right now, you little prick tease!"

"Oh yes, Milord!" Cheri said breathlessly. She didn't really care about missing the appointment and the thought of being fucked while bent over the kitchen table like some common whore was making her flush hot and her cunt dripping wet. Obediently she took the two steps to the table and with her feet on the floor lay face down on the table her hands holding her dress up to her waist leaving her ass bare and beautiful sticking up in the air.

Like a moth drawn to a candle Evan walked over to his mother and reached out to softly caress the twin creaming globes of her ass. So smooth, he thought, so perfect! Here was this gorgeous creature was giving herself to him, his to do anything he wanted to! He knelt down behind her pushing the cheeks apart with the heels of his hands. The perfect little rosette of her asshole lay exposed before his eyes, lying just above the visibly wet puffy lips of the cunt.

Her body trembled as he dug in his fingers, kneading her ass like a pile of bread dough. Using one finger he traced the pouty pink lips letting the tip slide inside, just enough to moisten it. He heard her groan and push back against his finger, trying to impale herself on his probing digit. Not allowing that, he withdrew his finger from her vagina and let it trace its way up to and circle her gently constricting asshole.

"Ohhhh, my God!" he heard her say as he pushed his finger slightly into the small brown/pink opening. She moaned and let go of her dress to grab the edge of the table in front of her. Using small movements he fucked his finger into her asshole, each thrust sending the finger a little deeper into her bowels. While he did that he leaned foreword and let his tongue run up and down the now sopping slit in front of his face.

By now she was sobbing and shaking the entire length of her body. With one quick motion he jammed his finger into her up to the last knuckle and stuck his tongue in as far as it could go. It was like he flipped the switch to have her electrocuted. Her body went completely rigid and her moans turned to a cat-like yowl. After a few minutes her body suddenly relaxed all at once like someone had pulled every bone out of her.

Quickly he stood up, unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his shorts down to his knees. His rock hard boner stood painfully at attention. Stepping closer he pressed the head of his cock to her very wet pussy lips and began to push forward. Her cunt lips parted like the gates of a doomed castle before the onslaught of a battering ram. Inch by inch he entered her until his balls smacked against the edge of the table. Once fully entrenched in her he began his hard, fast thrusting.

This was not really making love, this was a hard, fast fuck to relieve the incredible sexual tension she had given him. Two or three minutes later he felt the pressure build quickly until finally, holding himself as deeply inside her as he could he came, spurting semen and sperm deep in her womb, coating the inside of her vagina with his seed.

He held still for a few minutes, absently rubbing and kneading her butt cheeks until he felt the last of his orgasm safely deposited inside his mother. Feeling his cock soften slightly, he pulled back until he plopped from her, letting a little of the semen/cunt juice mixture gush out and drip down her leg. Reaching over to the counter and a dishtowel he wiped his mother's cunt and his cock before throwing the towel towards the doorway leading to the laundry.

Pulling up and buckling his pants, Evan held Cheri under her arms and brought her upright. Turning her around he wasn't sure of her reaction but the look in her eyes shocked him. It wasn't just love, or even lust, there was worship there.

She had found someone who appreciated her, desired her and used her the way she wanted to be used. That he had brought her to orgasm before he took his own pleasure just added to the confirmation that Evan was indeed her lord and master, the one she would serve as menial, maid, housekeeper, concubine or just plain whore. She didn't care as long as he allowed her to be with him.

Leaning over he gave her a quick kiss. "Shall we go say hello to Dr. Black, Wench? Do you need a minute or two to put things back together? Maybe I'll take a minute and wash the smell of pussy off my face." He grinned and patted her butt as he headed toward the bathroom.

"Cheri, the change in you over the past two weeks has been, well, remarkable!" Dr. Black spread his hands fingers out inviting a response. "You haven't had any history of manic depression so I doubt it's just a mood swing. Do you feel any different?"

"Thank you, Hugo," Cheri sat back in her chair, relaxed but not slumping, legs crossed and alert. "In fact I feel better today than I have in a long time. What changed? I guess you could say I found my purpose in life again. I lost it long ago and now I have it back."

"Found your purpose in life? That's nice. So many of us search our whole lives for that and never find it. So tell me, what is your purpose in life?"

"I don't know what your purpose is, Hugo, but mine is Evan. I have been avoiding my parental duties for too long and you know what? It makes me feel good to get back to them."

"Hmm, that's good I suppose. But are you over fixating on Evan? After all he's almost eighteen now. Soon he will be going away to college or finding a job. Maybe even a wife. He'll be building a life of his own, probably without you. What will you do then?"

"I don't know, to be perfectly honest. But I'll worry about that when the time comes. Maybe I'll go back to school, or find a job, who knows? All I know is that I have been wasting the last two years of my life and letting down the one person who really needed me. I can't take back those years but I can do my best from now on."

"The important thing is that you are happier now than you were, but I don't want you to build your happiness on a house of cards that could come crashing down at any minute."

"Well, I'll certainly try not to do that!"

"Evan, I can see a great improvement in your mother. I noticed you haven't been keeping the journal like you did before. Is there some reason?"

"No real reason, Dr. Black," Evan shifted around somewhat uncomfortably in his seat. "It just seemed a little, oh... redundant I guess is the word. What I was trying was working and I kept doing it. End of story."

"What was it you were doing? Can you tell me, in your own words what was or is happening?"

"Sure, it's pretty simple really. Mom wants someone, me in particular, to tell her what to do. It's kind of strange if you think about it. I mean she knows how to clean the house and when it should be done but for some reason she won't do it until she's told to. I mean once she's told, she does a great job, but she needs to be told. Do you think that's a problem? I mean she seems to be a lot happier now, and I know I am. What could be wrong with it?"

"Wrong? Maybe nothing, but what if your mother comes to depend solely on you? What if you leave? What would she do then?"

"Not damn likely," he muttered under his breath. Louder he said, "I see your point. Do you have any suggestions? I've been trying a few things, like having her make up a list of what needs to be done around the house for me to approve. That way she's really the one doing it but it makes her happy that I had final approval."

"Actually that sounds like a wonderful idea. Look, Evan, your mother has what is popularly called a submissive personality. Have you ever heard of that before?"

"Submissive?" He blushed slightly before continuing, "Doesn't submissive have something to do with being tied up and spanked or something like that?"

"In the sexual context it can, but that is a somewhat narrow focus for the submissive type. Simply put, a submissive enjoys, even needs, to have someone else making decisions for him or her. Here, I have an old textbook of mine. Part of it deals in fairly understandable terms with what being submissive is and isn't. Take a look at it and we can talk about it next time. I think our goal should be independence for your mother. How she gets there is up to the three of us, principally you two. Any questions? No? Good. Then we'll talk about it some more next week."

"Well that was interesting," Evan said as they were driving home. "Did you know the doc says you have a 'submissive personality'?"

"Well duh!" Cheri giggled next to him in the passenger's seat. "So does he think I'm nuts?"

"Nuts? I don't think so. He seems to be worried that you may become dependent on me and he wonders what you would do if I left home."

Cheri bit her lip and looked out her window. "You know I already am dependent on you. You are my life and my reason for being. I don't know what I would do if you threw me away but that's something you could do, I suppose." She could feel a tear running down her cheek but tried to ignore it hoping Evan wouldn't see it.

But he did. He saw the tear and the fear and he wanted to just stop the car in the middle of the street, pull her into his lap and hold her as tightly as possible. What he did so was to reach over, grab her hand and bring it to his mouth where he kissed it softly.

"Cheri, my love, I will never leave you. For almost my whole life you have been my loving mother, the one who took care of me and protected me. Now you are my lover, my woman and my life. How could I, or more precisely, why would I leave you? I would have to be certifiably crazy and I don't think I'm quite there yet."

She looked over at him and smiled, sniffing back the tears. "What if you want a younger woman? A prettier woman?"

"Don't be silly! First off you're the most beautiful woman I know; there isn't anyone prettier so that wouldn't make sense. As for younger? Why in the hell would I want younger when I have this body looking the way it does?" As if making a point, he let go her hand and moved his over to rest on her thigh. Pushing her dress higher he exposed almost her whole leg up to the dark triangle of her pubic hair.

"I love this no-panty thing!" he said. "I think that should be a new rule: no panties when you're wearing a dress unless you have specific permission. You can ask for that anytime, but you need it before putting any on. How does that sound?"

"As you wish, Milord," she said demurely. The idea of being naked under her dresses excited her. She could imagine times when that could become very embarrassing but that was for him to decide, after all. Chances are that other people would see her in all her glory and he, well he would be able to...

She didn't get very far with that thought as his actions overtook her. His right hand had pushed her dress up and now he was using his fingers to uncross and spread her legs. As soon as she understood what he wanted she uncrossed and planted both feet on the car floor as far apart as was possible while moving forward in the seat giving him complete and unfettered access to her vulva. Just the thought of him playing with her was making her itch and her juices flow.

Softly he let his fingers run through her pubic hairs. He was amazed at how soft they were, more like fluffy fuzz than the wiry ones he sported. He could feel her mound sticking up from the vee formed by her legs, its soft slopes crested by her labia, now thoroughly soaked with her lubricating fluids. He ran his fingertips along her outer lips but without pressing them inside. Bringing his fingers back to his nose he inhaled the heady aroma of aroused woman.

"Umm, you smell good!" he said, then he licked his fingers, "But you taste even better." Bringing his fingers back to her cunt he inserted two fingers and gently began rubbing the small button of her clitoris. She immediately began moaning, her head flung back against the headrest, eyes closed, her tongue licking her lips.

"Does Wench like having her pussy rubbed?" he smirked.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "Oh God yes, Master, I love having you rub my pussy!"

"Do you like having me see your pussy?"

"Oh yes, yes! My pussy is yours, to look at, touch, feel or fuck! I am yours to command! Just use me! Please use me!"

"Well, Wench, I enjoy seeing your pussy, and I enjoy finger fucking your pussy, but I wonder if Mr. Truck Driver up ahead would enjoy seeing me finger fuck your pussy. Shall we show him and see, Wench?"

A shiver of fear ran through her at his words. She had never exposed herself to another man before. John had always wanted him exclusively for himself and she didn't know what Evan would want her to do. Along with the fear came a rush of excitement knowing that some stranger would see her most intimate parts being violated by her own son. She almost came just thinking about it.

"Milord owns my body," she croaked out. "He may do as he pleases."

"Well then let's see what Mr. Truck Driver says! Keep your head up. I don't want him to see your face. I'm going to pull alongside; he should have a real good look at what's going on with your pussy." With that he sped up slightly catching up with the delivery truck in the right hand lane in front of them. At the same time he began to rub her clit a little more vigorously alternating with plunging his two fingers as far inside her as he could.

As the cab of the truck came up alongside her, Cheri could almost feel the eyes of the driver looking down into their car, seeing her legs splayed wide open and Evan's fingers plunging in and out of her. She couldn't see the driver and thought he couldn't see her face but the mere thought of someone seeing her being used this way was enough to almost bring on her orgasm.

Suddenly the truck lurched to the right and back again. He had seen them! Knowing this her orgasm hit. Involuntarily her legs slammed shut trapping his fingers deep inside of her. She grabbed his hand and tried to shove it as far into her cunt as it could go while her stiletto heels pounded the car's floor mat.

As her orgasm subsided, Evan sped up laughing as he did. The truck tried to follow but he quickly lost it in the traffic. As he pulled into their driveway he was still chuckling.

"Did you like that?" he said.

"I guess so," she responded. "If you liked it then I didn't mind. It kind of excited me knowing that a stranger could see what you were doing, but, well..."

"Go on. I want to know what you really felt, not what you think I want you to feel."

"Well, I guess I wanted to keep what you do to me just between us." Biting her lip she looked down quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume to tell you what to do; you can do anything you want. If you want me to expose myself, I will do it and enjoy it."

Leaning over he gave her a big kiss on the lips. Pulling back he looked into her eyes until she could no longer stand it and looked down at her hands.

"It was kind of fun at the beginning, seeing if we could screw with some stranger, but to tell you the truth when I knew he could see you I became a little jealous. Silly I know. I'm the one who forced you to do this, but I didn't want to share you with anyone. I love showing you off like yesterday at the beach and believe me you are going to be dressing up nice and sexy from now on, but this was too much. You are mine and I want you for myself. We may do things like this in the future, not exactly like this, but I'll have you know I never intend to share you with anyone."

As he talked her heart beat a little faster and her breath seemed to be very difficult to take in for some reason. When he finished she stared into his eyes and reached for his hand. Taking his hand and placing it on her breast, pressing it tight to her fabric-covered mound.

"Milord would grant me one favor? Would you please take me inside and claim me for your own?"

Smiling, he gave her wonderful tit a gentle squeeze. "It would be my honor as well as my pleasure to claim you as my own, my fair lady." Exiting the car he came around and opened her door. Helping her out, he held her hand and led her inside.