Best of Days; Worst of Days

s 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.