Chapter 2

As we laid trying to get to sleep mum murmured that she loved me very much and I told her truthfully I loved her more today than I did yesterday but less than I will tomorrow; corny I know but I knew mum loved Elvis songs and that was a line from one of his less well known songs.

Mum confessed to me that she and Dad would still have been together if he had taken command like I had done earlier that night as she had known for a long while that she was submissive and needed to feel used. Then she asked me outright how I knew she needed to be commanded and I confessed I did not it just sort of happened and when I saw the first reaction I just knew I had to continue with the tough guy approach.

Instead of saying anything mum simply reached up and kissed me full on the lips and sighed that she just knew I would know how to treat her. It was my turn to ask a question or two, "Mum, You weren't really drunk downstairs were you?" I asked.

Mum blushed a little and finally confessed she was nowhere near as drunk as she made out; if anything she was frustrated that all her little hints and tips had gone unheeded and she just could not think of a way to get me to fuck her, until she thought I may just take advantage of her if I thought she was drunk and may not remember anything next day.

"Mum, what did you say down stairs when I demanded you undress too?" I asked.

"I said, about fucking time!" she confessed. She then went on to explain that since I was twelve she had been hoping I would make a move on her and lately it had driven her made with frustration so she had decided to do something about it.

"Mum, this is going to sound really crazy but what are your limits to this relationship?" I enquired.

"Son, I give myself to you 100% and it is up to you to choose my limits for I will deny you nothing!" she eagerly answered.

With that she kissed me full on the mouth like lovers do not at all like mother and son ought to do; then she turned over and whispered, "Goodnight sweetheart"

"Goodnight Mum" I responded.

"Oh son, this will never do! You will have to call me something other than mother when we are alone; but remember we must maintain the mother son appearance around others! Why not call me Slutty Susan, after all Susan is my name and your slut is what I want to be!" Mum scolded.

"Ok Slutty Susan and what are you going to call me in private?" I enquired.

"Oh of course there is only one thing I can call you, Master Ray!" she declared.

So it was set; around anyone else it was strictly mother and son and in privacy of our own company it would be slutty Susan and Master Ray. Soon Susan was breathing slow and deep in a pleasant sleep as I trying to make sense of everything was much longer in getting off to sleep and ended up cuddled up against my mum's back as I finally dropped off to sleep.

Next morning I woke to the most unusual feeling; something I had never felt before in my life; a warm wet feeling engulfing my already semi aroused prick. I had been dreaming about what had happened yesterday and whether there would be any repercussions today; but when I opened my eyes there was mum sucking away on my cock like a pro.

Obviously there was going to be no repercussions from mum but how would I cope with now being the man and master of the house. I could not help but think that his could alter all the arrangements I had with my school mate Andy. The friend who I fucked regularly and now I would have to share that energy with my mum. Mum's mouth was working overtime now and I could feel the telltale tingle in my balls that announced my impending orgasm, I suddenly grabbed the back of mum's head and pulled her tight onto my cock as I unloaded my first load of the day splattering her tonsils with a liberal coating of spunk. Mum simply sucked all the harder and swallowed the lot before pulling at my hands and slowly raising her head and smiling as she said good morning Master Ray. "Morning Slutty Susan" I responded. "Master, breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes; but how do you want it?" mum asked. "I will have it in the kitchen as usual; mum" I replied and she laughed. "Sorry Master Ray; I should have made myself clearer; I meant what do you want me to wear when I make your breakfast?" she enquired. "Oh mum; wear what you want to wear!" I replied. Twenty five minutes later; I was sat in the kitchen in jeans and a tee shirt while mum put bacon and eggs on the plate before me. Mum was wearing a loose fitting house coat which she left unbuttoned and she made sure to flash me her tits and cunt at every possible opportunity. Then whilst I ate the delightful food in front of me; my sex crazy mum was under the table sucking once more on my cock. After taking a face full of sperm from me mum sat at the other end of the table with the white streaks dripping down her face and her beautiful tits on display; I also expect she was busy fingering her own cunt as she sat there. Casually I asked if she still had contact with Uncle Harry and his wife; mum looked quizzically at e and asked why. "Mum, you told me I was lord and master of this house now; so don't make me have to start to punish you by asking questions you are not allowed to ask!" I pointed out. A frown descend over mum's face; as she said the last address she had for Harry was from five years ago when he wrote to her to tell her about Jim; my dad. I asked for that address and told her I wanted to go see Uncle Harry to get his side of things and find out once and for all whether Dad had been a willing participant or was he as I suspected simply doing as he was told. Mum actually smiled at me as she went and fetched the address; luckily for me it was not too far away and I tried the phone number that was with the address and tried to arrange to go see him. It was Sally who answered the phone and seemed delighted her nephew had finally made contact after all these years; she told me when Harry would be there and I made arrangements for them to visit us. Sally kept trying to persuade me to come to them and at an earlier and let us get to know one another before Harry got home but I was not having that. Mum asked me why I had insisted that they come to visit us and I carefully explained that the feud had gone on long enough and needed to be put to rest. She begged me not to open up this can of worms again and I looked lovingly at her as I put my arm around her and whispered that they cannot hurt us now as we have each other and she really needed to exorcise the demon of Uncle Harry and his cock. I tried to explain my plan that I intended to give Uncle harry the same treatment he had given Dad and this time Mom would be the one getting fucked as sally had to watch with jealousy all over her face. With the plan quickly explained and mum even laughing at some of the details she coyly said, "Heaven forbid I upset you!" Now after clearing the table we moved up to the bedroom and I began going through mum's wardrobe; I selected a white blouse with black tassels underlining her boobs, a black wrap around skirt, black fish net self supporting stockings and nothing else. I told mum she was to put these on in time for them arriving and then back up my every word. Mum came over to me and slipped her hand inside my boxers as she kissed me and admitted she felt much better about things knowing Harry was about to get his cum uppence. My cock responded by hardening at her touch and soon she was sliding her hand along my length and whispering for me to fuck her again. This time it was mum who began calling herself a two bit whore of a cock loving slut and asked me to give her my cock injection only this time she wanted me to fuck this bitches arse. I really could not believe my own mum was begged me to fuck her up the arse and wanting me to treat her like a slut to boot; This was going to be another first for me to fuck a female arse instead of a male one; true there would be no physical difference but mental it seemed even dirtier than fucking a man's arse; I suppose because a woman could offer her cunt or arse as a fuck hole and a man had only his arse to offer as such.