Chapter 4

I stood on the bed and walked up to her face. Her legs were still tied securely to the bed frame, and she shuddered deliciously as the vibrations of my steps went right up her asshole. I undid my pants and extracted my rock-hard cock from within, bending it downwards painfully in order to free it.

My mother looked up at me, expectantly, as I placed the head of my dick on her lips. She took just the head into her mouth and nursed on it gently. Her teeth skimmed lightly over the surface and her tongue tried to open my piss hole insistently.

I pushed forward and my cock sank into her mouth slowly. The head pushed against the back of her mouth and she gagged once before tilting her head slightly and continuing down the length of my cock. It felt incredible as she swallowed the whole length of me down her throat and began milking me like a nickel whore.

She brought her head back and left just the head of my cock in her mouth again. Her eyes never left my own as she again descended down my length until my dick was passed her tonsils. She held it for a few seconds and then extracted it again, her tongue working its magic on the underside of my cock as it came back out. She repeated this manoeuvre slowly and methodically. When my glans plunged past her tonsils she would swallow, creating the most delightful sensation I had ever felt.

She kept up this maddeningly slow pace until I could no longer speak. Our play session had me wound up pretty tight, and I knew she would be swallowing my seed in just a few moments. I grabbed the back of her head and buried myself into her throat. Her nose was pressed painfully against my pubic bone while I screamed and emptied my cum directly into her stomach.

After my orgasm I still held her face against my pubic bone. She was running out of air and started coughing and gagging, but I never felt her teeth. Her oral prowess was beyond reproach. I released her head and she pulled back instantly, gasping for breath.

"Thank you <gasp>Sir, for <gasp> using me <gasp>."

I smiled at her. "You're welcome. Get cleaned up and then we'll have some real fun."

I untied her legs and kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled and pulled herself off of the bedpost, her asshole slurping loudly as the post broke free from its grip. On legs that weren't quite steady she stepped to the door of the ensuite bathroom.

"Slut? Aren't you forgetting something?" I threw my eyes at the bedpost and looked at her squarely. She didn't understand at first, but when I looked at the bedpost again, she mumbled "I'm sorry, Sir." She practically dove at the bedpost and licked off the slime that had built up. After a few minutes, the bedpost was squeaky clean and she stood before me, looking at the floor. "Please forgive me, Sir. I am just an absent-minded fuckslut that deserves to be punished. Will you punish me now, Master?"

"No. I will punish you at my pleasure. Now go get cleaned up." I responded.

I ventured downstairs to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of pop while my slut cleaned herself upstairs. I sat at the table and listened as the shower ran upstairs. If we kept up our current pace, I'd have to buy a ton of moisturizing cream to keep my slave's skin from drying out. I guess I'll just have to cut down on her showers.

Within a few minutes I heard the shower shut off, and less than five minutes after that, my slut entered the kitchen, her eyes downcast. She kneeled on the floor in front of me and kept her eyes focused on a spot on the floor.

I calmly sipped my drink while contemplating my next move. I was much calmer than I had any right to be, but the whole situation felt too natural to me to be nervous. It's difficult to explain if you haven't been in the same situation, and I doubt that many of you out there were ever in a situation quite like this one. I don't imagine that there are many seventeen year olds out there who have collared their mothers.

I spoke softly, trying to impress upon my slut that I was not unhappy with her, but trying to control myself, nonetheless. "Until I say otherwise, your safe word is back in effect. I believe you when you say that your previous owner never heard your safe word, and I am sure that he was very thorough with you." I reached out and lifter her chin so that she was looking directly into my eyes. "I, however, am still new to this. I will inflict pain on you, with much enjoyment to all, I suspect. But there is the chance that I might damage you permanently as I experiment, and that would be a shame. So until I revoke it, your safe word is 'Mercy'. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for caring about your worthless slut." I released her delicate face and her gaze returned to the floor in front of her.

"Very well," I answered, "I think it's time for me to claim another hole, don't you?" I asked her rhetorically. "Get me good and hard."

Without moving her knees she leaned forward and rested her weight on my thighs. Her hands caressed me slowly, lovingly. She pressed her face over my groin and I could feel her hot breath on my balls through my pants. Her hands were busy, rubbing all over my lower back and ass.

The heat from her breath was having an affect, and I could feel myself rising to half mast. She grabbed it through the material with her lips and hummed lightly, sending shivers up my spine. She looked up directly into my eyes and stuck out her tongue. She played with the zipper briefly with her tongue before closing an eye tooth on it and tugging lightly. Her eyes never left mine, and I could feel myself falling into her seduction quite easily.

Once my zipper was down she reached into my fly slowly with both hands and grasped my stiffening prick through my underwear. She massaged it lightly, but her eyes never once left mine. She squeezed my shaft through the material of my boxer-briefs and made slow, deliberate movements along its length.

I was quickly approaching full blown hard-on under her ministrations. She slowly lifted the material of my shorts away from my dick and unveiled it with an eerie reverence. Once exposed, she slowly, lovingly took my member into her mouth once again and began making oral love to it.

As she lowered her mouth to the base of my dick she would hum slightly. When the shaft came free from the confines of her mouth on her upswing, she would make this little mewing sound. I was convinced that my little slut was born to suck and fuck like no other I had met before.

She sucked me for a few more minutes, and when I was as stiff as I was going to get, I took her hands in my own and lifter her to a standing position. I pulled her forward, and she straddled my while I stayed sitting at the kitchen table.