The moving was finally done. There would still be days of unpacking to go, but the act truck, with the burly guy cable finally take away.

My mother and I had moved here to this suburbia. To this cul-de-sac to get away from my motherfucker dad.

Now it was just the two of us. Alone. Finally.

I had just turned nineteen a couple month ago. I was in good shape. I had been star of the cart track squad at my senior high school. I was handsome-ish. And had a salutary size of it cock. I was going to college in the crepuscle but would have to endure at household to help mom with the new planetary house.

My female parent was in her late thirty and quite attractive. farsighted red/brown hair, pallid pelt, cute freckles, and D-cup boob. Her only problem was she tended to dress frumpy. Not showing off her curvy body at all.

That will commute soon if I have my way. A new topographic point is a new opportunity for a new spirit. It is time for me to be the man around here. Martin Luther King Jr. of my rook. And mom will have to larn her right place. The castle fornicatress.

I headed downstairs. Looking around I found my mom in the kitchen. She 's wearing baggy grey sweat pants and a large tshirt. On her hands and knees half in the stove trying to cancel it clean of the dirt and grease.

I strip off my own sweaty clothes, before entering the kitchen. My dick already rock hard in my hand. I watch her big ass, wiggling under her grey effort as she scrubs.

'' Brian ? Can you aid me ? ``

'' Oh yes mom. I 'll facilitate. ``

I get behind her and grab the waistband of her pants. Then I tug them down. The grey cotton sliding easily over her big round ass. champaign ovalbumin panties the merely matter protecting her most preciously spot from me.

'' Wa ... what do you think your doing ? '' She demands. Trying to turn around, but restrained in the fuddled space.

'' Whatever I want mother. '' I say. I shove my hand between her clenched thigh. My fingerbreadth rubbing her affectionate pussy.

'' Unh ... no ! break this at once. ''

Instead I grasp her panties and jerk them down too. Her cunny now exposed for my delectation.

'' No ! Brian stop ! ... please ? '' The finish bit was fresh, sweetly mendicancy. I planned to make her do a lot of begging.

I began to rub her moist cunt sass with the tip of my cock.

'' Oh ! Oh god no ! Brian, you ca n't do this. please ? ``

But I could. Quite easily in fact. I close my eyes in bliss as my pecker slide smoothly into her.

'' Noooo ! Oh noooo ! '' She cried as my clump settle against her soft puss.

'' Oh, yes ! Mother. God yes ! ``

Grabbing her hips I start thrusting in and out. She braces herself in the dirty oven as she grunts. My rooster the first gear she has had in over a twelvemonth.

Once I 'm in a good rhythm I lean forward and tug her shirt over her headland. It drops the the stern of the greasy kitchen range, her sleeve still caught in the sleeves. She does n't even clamber, just moans in joy. Then I unsnap her livid bra, yanking that down too. I grab both and draw out them out of the cooking stove. Leaving my adorable female parent topless. Her big suspension tits slapping together in metre with my knife thrust.

'' Oh, god Brian. Mmmn. Why ? Why ... unh ! Would you do this ? ``

'' Whores do n't ask why, mother. They just spread their legs and take it. '' I grab her by the hair and energy her face and tits into the slimy grease at the arse of the stove, as I fuck her.

My other hand slaps her sweet ass as I fuck her. I smile as I leave red handprints on her wan cutis.

'' Oh ! Oh ! Oh noooooo ! '' Her consistence shake as she gives in to her dirty orgasm.

'' You slut ! '' I berate her. `` You just came to your own son 's prick inside you ! ``

'' Oh, noooo ! ``

'' Oh, yes ! You are just a dirty whore are n't you ? '' I punctuate my question with a smack on her red ass. And I slide her knocker and brass back and Forth River in the soil.

'' Unh ! Yes. I 'm a dirty whore. Oh god ! ``

'' I 'm going to cum mother. ``

'' No ! Oh no. Please not that. Not inside me. ``

'' Oh yes. Mother my cum all up inside you ... unless ... ''

'' Anything. Just not that. Please ? ''

'' You got to swallow it mother. Every last-place driblet of your son 's jizz. ''

'' Y ... yes. Yes ! Ok. Just not inside me. Please. ``

So I pull her out of the oven, and turn her around. Smirking at the grease and dirt smeared all over her knocker and face.

She quickly, almost eagerly takes my cock in her mouth.

I do n't death long as she massages my balls. Like an expert prostitute.

I shoot my shipment into my mother 's mouth and she dutifully swallows every last pearl.

When she finishes she releases my wilted cock and looks up at me. Waiting.

'' Best finish cleaning the kitchen range female parent. '' She nods and reaches for her bra. I kick it out of stretch.

'' Do n't desire to get your clothes dirty now do we ? ''

Looking chastised, she turns back to the cooking stove. She does n't even displume her scanty up.

I stand and watch her mellifluous derrière as she cleans.

When she finishes she heads upstairs. I hear the shower starting line and hold a few minutes for her to scavenge herself. Then I head up.

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The bathroom all steamy I can barely see her curvy body through the shower field glass as she rubs her big breasts. I step in behind her. She tenses, knowing I 'm there.

'' Please, Brian. No more. '' She begs.

'' You know we 've only started, jade. '' I tell her. `` I like a good blowjob with my shower. Get on your knees. ``

She does reluctantly.

As I wash and shampoo my hair. My mother expertly sucks my cock. She is quite good. `` You 're a nice short prick, are n't you ? '' I ask. Getting no real response.

Soon I am coming in her sass again. My mother swallowing every cobbler's last drop-off of my man succus.

Then she sits there on her articulatio genus in front of me, head down. Waiting. Wet whisker plastered to her head, weewee streaming down her lovely body.

Finished, I slap her ass as we step out of the rain shower.

'' We ca n't. '' She starts. `` We ca n't keep ... ''

'' hush. '' I tell her. `` You belong to me, sympathize ? I know you mother. You need a professional. Dad could n't quite break you what you needed could he ? ``

She mutters something. `` What ? '' I ask.

'' No. He could n't be anything but an ass. ``

'' I smile. `` That 's good. And yet you are slavish. You are lost without a passe-partout. '' I pause for a moment. `` Get on your paw and knees ! '' I shout.

She does, seemingly without thinking.

'' See ? Now, who do you belong to to ? ``

'' I ... I belong to you. '' She says. Her brain lowered in licking.

'' And who am I to you ? '' I demand.

'' My son. My son is my master, because I am a dead on target whore. ``

'' Ha ha. Good. '' I say helping her stand. `` I know you will be uncomfortable and resistant for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. But I 'm surefooted you will soon fully embrace your new biography. ``

We head to her chamber. `` You will consume to dress to make me glad from now on, sympathise ? '' She nods. `` Your beginning question should always be, 'would my master like me in this'before putting something on. ''

She did n't really sustain a good deal sexy lingerie. Dad had bought her a few pieces that she wore once if at all.

I made her put on a fit pink sheer croptop and thong. With red stockings. Obviously a valentines gift. She did n't like the thong, but her ass looked damn sexy in it. I will constitute sure to get her plenty

'' meter to bring in your son dinner. '' I told her.

'' Yes Brian. ''

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I went to put on clothes as she, humiliated, went downstairs.

Dinner was quite prissy. Cooked in the newly cleaned stove.

After dinner she sits on the couch while I set up the tv.

'' gap your ramification. '' I order her. She dutifully complies. I enjoy the opportunity to glint over at my mother, legs obscenely open, from behind the amusement center as I work.

Soon we are watching some sitcoms. My custody under her clothes. One caressing her tits, the other fingering her moist pussy.

She just sits there like a log. Letting me do whatever I want. For a instant I doubt myself. Doubt my plans. I know I 'm evil, and what I 'm doing is improper. But I had thought I was right about my mother. Had I violated her for nothing ?

Then. Slowly, her hired hand slips into my lap. Caressing my strong cock through my pants.

Her former hand grabs the remote. She changes the tv to internet. Then she puts on porn.

We watch as a pair of innocent blond fair sex walk into a biker bar. Soon they are stripped and gang banged. Eventually some big biker dike shoves the thick end of a pool cue up the taller one 's ass.

'' I need you, Brian. I need you in me. '' Mom whisper.

I push her brass down on the couch and yank off her panties.

Climbing on top, my dick easily slips in her wet pussy.

'' Unh ! Yesss ! '' She hisses. The young woman on screen, covered in jizz, tossed in a dumpster behind the bar. The next picture starts.

My mother gasp and groan, my dick thrusting deep in her. She watches as a school teacher is punished by the principal on the tv.

We watch a mates more than videos as I slowly fuck my mother. She comes twice before I am finally make.

'' Gon na cum mother. ``

'' Oh. Ok just let me ... ''

'' No. I 'm gon na cum in you. ``

'' No wait. P ... please do n't. ``

'' Nah. '' I tell her happily. `` intimately you get over this hitch quickly. ''

'' But ... no delay ! '' Too late my chunk clench and my dick muscle spasm, spilling my seed into her whore 's cunt.

'' Oh god. I feel it. Brian I feel your cum inside me. '' She says sounding half excited.

'' That 's right female parent. All up inside you. '' She moans loudly. Contentedly.

Later I let her wear one of my plain white tee. It drops to just below her ass and makes her face aphrodisiac and vulnerable all at once.

We sleep in what had been her bed. She snuggles up to me. A glad little subservient slave side by side to her business leader.

The baron of the cul-de-sac .