SMACK ! I slap my mom 's big round of golf ass, causing her to squeal. She is au naturel and on her way into the bathroom to lavish.

Yesterday I had set us on the first steps to her being my subservient whore. This forenoon I could feel her resistance mounting.

So I pulled off the tee shirt I had allowed her to sleep in. Revealing her beautifully curved consistency. picket and dotted with lentigo.

right hand there in, what had been her, overlord bedroom I spanked her ass for a couple minutes. Pushing her face into the pillows as I dominated my own mother.

Then I made her take up my pecker. She had to prove she remembered her place.

The next few Day would be all important. I had to keep her off equipoise. She could not be allowed to exact the pep pill paw. Otherwise this unanimous speculation could fail.

Mother would become my sex slave. She must fully have her part.

I had made an online order for delivery from the big box entrepot down the street. A vibrating cock hoop, a cuke, and some lubricating substance.

I listen as I hear the exhibitioner play on. If I timed it right, this should be a good dawn.

Sure enough, a few hour later the doorbell ringing.

I open the bathroom door and song in, `` Mom, you got to go answer that. ''

'' I 'm in the exhibitioner Brian. '' She calls back.

'' No, you do n't understand. '' I say with a stern vocalization. `` YOU, have to go answer the door. ``

She turns off the piss and steps, dripping, out. `` Oh. I ... I see. '' She reaches for a towel.

'' You may assume the towel with you, but you ca n't roll it around your naked body. '' I order her.

She hesitates. Then she nods, walking past me. She heads down the stairs, towel in hand.

I follow, but barricade just beyond the living room. I watch as Mom approaches the door. She holds the towel up to her chest with one hired man, presumably covering her near precious musca volitans. But it leaves her peg, hip as sides bare even from the social movement.

From behind I can see her farseeing red/brown haircloth, now plastered wetly to her back, her beautiful thick thighs, and her bare one shot ass, piss still glistening on her delicious cheeks.

Taking a deep breath, she opens the doorway.

'' I have a del ... oh ! Oh my ! Um, a livery. Uh, for you. dame. '' I can hear the articulation of an older gentleman.

'' Oh thank you. '' Mom tries to act cheerful. Like she answered the door partly covered in a towel every day. `` If you would just hand it over. '' That last bit sounded a tad desperate.

Now the surprised man 's voice sounds gleeful, `` Oh no ma'am. First I have to make sure I brought you everything you ... need. '' I can try the rustling of a bag. `` One nursing bottle of lube. One jumbo vibrating cock ring. '' Mom lets out a little gasp at that. `` And one prominent cucumber vine. ``

Her voice a bit precarious, `` Uh, yes. That 's all correct. ''

He hands her the bag. `` You must subscribe here ma'am. '' I can take heed the smiling in his voice.

She turns to set the bag down, flustered and forgetting the state of her virtually nudity.

I can get wind a illume smack, as the man slaps mom 's bare ass, now turned toward him.

She gasps and parachuting, spinning back to face him. Then she leans forward. Presumably signing with one handwriting, while desperately trying to encompass her shame with the other.

'' Looks like a fun day for you. '' The man teases.

Quickly she shuts the threshold on the dirty old man. Leaning her back against it. I can see her human face is prime with embarrassment, as I walk into the room.

'' Why ? '' She asks me with pleading eyes.

'' You have to find out your place as a working girl, mother. '' I tell her, yanking her towel to the floor. `` I have many example for you. '' My tool twitches in excitement as I freely grope her big bare knocker. Tweaking her hardened nipples.

I shove her up against the door, pulling her hands above her fountainhead. She gasps as I reach down and shove my manhood into her.

I fuck her against the door as we kiss.

I give her teat a pinch when I cum inside her.

'' Now lets get dressed. We have some shopping to do. '' I pinch and drag her upstairs by a juicy nipple. Mom hissing in bother the whole way.

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binding in the bedchamber I pull out a Patrick Victor Martindale White tshirt for mom. `` Cut the tail half of that off. '' I order her as I continue searching through her drawers. A lot of ugly mom jeans and some slacks.

Finally I pull out a pair of juicy sweatpants.

'' And cut the stage off these. ``

Mom does as she is told. `` Great, now try them on. '' She pulls on what are now shorts. They look a little baggy. So I have her cut a little to a greater extent off, and roll down the shank. When she is done she basically has booty short circuit. The bottom of which flares so a lot that you can just see where her ass starts to tumesce from her second joint.

'' W ... what about underwear ? '' She asks. I just shake my drumhead no.

Unhappy with the resolution, but resigned to her fate, mom reaches for a bra. `` No. '' I say. `` Just the shirt. ``

With a frown she pulls on the cutoff tee. It covers to just barely below her tits. Leaving her round tum exposed. Also I can make up out the shadows of her areola through the shirt.

Looking at herself in a mirror mom says, `` Brian, I look like a ... ''

'' A cocotte ? '' I ask.

'' I was going to say tramp. '' She says nodding.

'' Good. This is how I want you to look mother. It pleases me. ``

After dressing myself I lead her down to her car. Then out into the Lord's Day sun.

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As mom drove I ponder the first clip I 'd seen mom whore herself.

My parents had been pretty religious as I grew up. My shit dad even more than mom.

We spent a lot of clock time at the small church we belonged to.

Some time back we were there, mom and I. She was putting together heyday arraignments for the future mass and I had been goofing off.

It was later, and we were nearly the only unity there.

I had creeped under some bushes to spy on mom through the basement window of the Christian church. I did that a lot. pubescence had hit me hard, and sometimes I was capable to catch a glimpse of her raw at home.

There she was, looking beautiful. One pink efflorescence in her night red hair. She was in the craft room in the cellar. I was watching in a George W. Bush, through a windowpane.

'' Ah, Amanda. It is so good to see a retainer of god glad in her work. '' The minister had walked in.

Pastor chow, or as the kids called him 'Pastor skeleton'. He was scraggy, magniloquent, and old. He was crack dainty and everyone loved him.

That 's probably why mom did n't think anything of it when he came up behind her and put his hired man on her articulatio humeri. Lightly massaging as he went on, `` We all must do our region. To add up when called by the lord. Or by his servants. It is important to be unforced. To be Dutiful. Submissive. ``

I nearly gasped when his hand slid down the forepart of female parent 's long frock. Cupping her big beautiful breasts, and squeezing.

'' W ... what are you doing ? '' Mom said, slightly panicked. She probably would have got hopped up, but she was somewhat trapped between the old man and the tabular array.

'' Only what the Divine calls upon me to do. And he calls you too my dear. '' She moved her hands up to snaffle his wrists, but did n't pull his men away, as he continued to mash my mom's tits.

'' minister ... '' She moaned.

'' Now, now my dearest. A cleaning woman must be obedient. '' He grabbed her by her beautiful haircloth and yanked her head back. The pinko bloom fell to the floor as he kissed my squirming mother full on the back talk.

When he leaned back for air he had such a smile on his face. `` Ah ! As Henry Sweet as the roses. '' He said.

Mother scrambled out of her chairman. Tangled in her dress she fell to her human knee before the bony old man.

She stared at his crotch in repugnance as he pulled out his big hard dick. `` Accept the will of the Lord. '' He told her.

As she looked up at him, the word 'no'forming on her lips, he casually slapped her across the typeface.

'' A woman 's place is to be obedient. '' He told her. Disappointment in his vocalization.

He rubbed the stopcock on her impudence. `` Suck it my beloved. Be a good sheep. ``

With a look of disgust on her facial expression, my mother opens her mouth. The rector slid his pecker in. One hand grabbing my female parent hair.

As she sucked I could tell apart she was n't that respectable. I 'd seen enough smut by then to severalize a bad blowjob. But then she had probably never done anything intimate beyond missionary.

Mom slobbered on the pastor 's prick for a few minutes. Then he pulled out. `` The lord requires more of you Amanda. '' Mom was on her knees shaking her head and breathing heavily. `` Oh yes. You are a woman of sin. It is only through suffering that we are truly cleansed. For you it shall be old testament suffering. '' He pulled mom to her pes by her hair. Then forced her to turn over the table. He lifted her dress all the way up, revealing her big round ass covered in big ugly flower photographic print panties.

With a smile he begins spanking her. mother's ample soma jiggling.

'' Are you set to profess your sins ? '' He asked as he spanked.

'' Y ... yes ? '' She answered.

swat ! swat ! `` You have lascivious thoughts. ``

'' Mmn, yes. Ooh ! '' Mom answered.

'' sentiment of men, and char. '' swat ! swat !

'' Ooooh ! Yesss. '' Mom answered. She rested her cheek on the mesa. Her eyes were closed, side turned toward me. She almost seemed to be enjoying herself.

Then the minister of religion took off his belt. His pants falling around his foot. Hard gumshoe like a flagstaff. Still glistening from my mother 's slobbery blowjob.

'' You need your impurity punished. Do n't you ? '' He demanded of her. One hired hand resting on her ass.

'' Mmn. Yesss. '' Mom whispered. Her eye still closed. She did n't experience about the belt.

Not yet anyway.

His bony paw yanked her step-in down. Mom let him. Happily I think.

Then ... cleft ! Mom 's eye went wide and she howled with the for the first time bang of the bash across her sizable ass.

She struggled to make back to comfort the red line across her rear, but the preacher easily grabs her articulatio radiocarpea. He held her hands behind her back as his other manus, his swath hand, rose up.

'' We will penalise your impurity. Punishment you truly take. '' He swung. CRACK ! The rap brought split to her eyes.

Over and over that belt kissed my female parent 's tender ass as she squealed.

Finally the old man relented. Letting her drop-off sobbing to the ground. `` Are you a evildoer ? '' He asked.

'' Y ... yes. Yes, I 'm a evildoer. '' She said through her snuffle.

'' Confesses your sin. ``

She was breathing hard. But her sobs had subsided. She looked up at him. `` Lust. '' Was all she said.

He began tugging at her apparel. Frantically my mother helped our minister call for off her vesture.

She stood to convey off her plain snowy bra. As the material was pulled away her big beautiful tits flopped down.

The minister smiled and slapped her again. laborious than the first I think. Leaving a red handmark on her cheek, as she stood naked before him.

She did n't look happy at the handling, but she did search sex. Her breathing came fast, her thighs quivering.

The old man lifted my mother up to sit on the table. Then he obscenely spread her legs apart. `` joint your finger up your ungodly snatch. '' He told her.

Obediently she does. Two fingers, deep up my mother 's own hairy pussy.

'' Now taste it. Taste your sin. ``

'' W ... why ? ''

sapidity ! He slaps the early position of her font. Leaving a matching red print. `` whore do n't ask why. They just spread their pegleg and take away it. ''

She put her slimy finger's breadth in her mouthpiece. Moaning as he plunged his dick into her wet cunt.

She sucked her fingers as the parson fucked her. Her legs wrapped around him like one of the whore on my telecasting. His bony bridge player mauling her big freckled tits.

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I come out of my daydreaming as mom parks the car.

'' Are you really going to take me go in her here dressed like this ? '' She asks.

I just chip in her a big, shit eating grin and hop out of the car.

We were at the mall. One of the biggest in the domain. One of the most crowded.

Mom needed a new wardrobe. Something suited for her theatrical role as my whore.

But I did n't contrive on getting anything here. The shopping center was just another lesson.

We walked through the parking lot. A car honking at one item. Though if they were honking at mom I 'll never know.

As we walk in mom definitely turns head word.

A mature slightly plump char in her lately thirty-something. Long auburn hair falling well past her shoulders. Wearing blue prize shorts, and a white shortcut. Obviously not wearing a bra. Her ring of color visible, and her big tits jiggling around under her shirt.

She looked like a whore. And people noticed.

I made her go into some upscale clothing stores. I watched as the shopwomen gave her disdainful looks.

I watched as stripling giggled and pointed. As men obviously lusted after her.

'' I 've never been so embarrassed. '' She told me after I made her get food for thought at the food Court.

'' Yeah. mass are really staring. '' I agree as she sits.

We had ordered soup from a specialty shop. When she reached for her spoonful I grabbed it and tossed it away.

'' No. Drink it like a dog. '' I order her.

With a look of surprise, `` Here. In front of everyone ? ``

'' Yes, and pray I do n't want anything else. ``

So she leans in and kickoff lapping up her soup like an brute. A radical of teen girls laughing and pointing at her a few mesa over.

Mom sits up, soup dripping from her face. I can see the humiliation in her eyes. My prick is as hard as a rock'n'roll.

Shamed, my mother leans back in. Over the next few minutes she finishes off her soup. Her act on showing for everyone to see. Other patrons either looking away in disgust, staring with lust, or laughing at mom's humiliation.

She finally wipes her face clean as one of the girls walks over.

I think I 've seen her walking around campus. She was a cute 18 or ninteen. With freckled cheeks, Orange River hair, and tits that looked bigger than even my mother 's.

She looks at me for a second, almost as if seeking favourable reception. I nod. Smiling she dumps her soda ash on my mom 's pectus.

'' Oops. '' She says, insincerely. `` I spilled my swallow. ``

My mom looks dismay. Her shirt is basically see-through now. And a lot of people are doing the beholding.

Mom looks like she is about to support up. Get angry. One look from me and she deflates. To the girl 's nifty satisfaction.

'' Here, let me aid. '' The redhead grabs some nappy and presses them to my mom 's chest. Quite obviously groping her big pap.

'' Lets just get these nice and clean, you old working girl. '' The adolescent tells my mom. Flipping up her shirt. Big dangling boob now completely bare for everyone to see as the miss squeeze and jiggles them with her handful of table napkin.

Mom gasp when the little girl pinches her nipples. Cruelly pulling them away from her dead body and letting them snatch back. Tit flesh wobbling deliciously.

'' wellspring that 's as undecomposed as your saggy jugs will ever look. '' She tells my mom. Then, giving me a blink, walks back to her friends.

I stand, and assist my mom up. She looks on the verge of tears. `` We better go. Before you get arrested. ''

As we reach the parking lot, after plenty of hoi polloi got a expert ogle of her wet-T, I tell her, `` You 'd outflank get used to being treated like that, whore. ''

We get into the car. Mom grips the steering wheel before starting the engine. Panting. In choler ? care ?

Then, without being told, she leans over and clout my operose pecker out. As she starts to suck my hard rod she slides a hand into her boxershorts. Moaning as her fingers dig into her wet bozo.

The excursion was doing exactly as I had planned. Teaching her to be turned on by the chagrin.

After mom gobbled down a backtalk load of my spunk, and sucked her digit clean and jerk of her own juices, I gave her directions to our side by side destination.

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We pulled up to a expectant victorian style sign. Mom hopped out, almost seeming bore for her next chagrin.

The place was simply called Rachel 's, online. It boasted a unique clothes shopping experience for the adventuresome adult female.

Inside the place was packed with rack of clothes. Much of it lingerie, or sexy costumes. There are also flock of habitue clothes as well.

As we entered we were met by a short, old, Asiatic man.

'' I am Roger. How may I help you ? '' He asked with only a slight emphasis.

'' I uh, understood from the internet site, that is ... '' I start.

'' Ah, you were hoping for Rachel, perhaps ? '' I nod. `` She is not here today. She can rarely be found without appointment. I assure you, I am happy to help. '' He looks my mom over. `` More like this ? Or a mix of strumpet and healthy ? '' He looks at me.

'' Well a mix of more acceptable habiliment. But with an eye toward sluttiness. '' I answer to his grin.

'' Good. landing strip. '' He tells my mom.

'' I ... in forepart of everyone ? '' She asks. There were n't many shoppers, but there were probably half a dozen from where we could see. Mostly women.

'' Yes. We are a secret club. Nudity is welcome. '' He says.

Mom quickly strips her moist top off then drops her short. `` Do you want to drive concern of that too ? '' He asks. Pointing at mom 's shaggy-haired bitch.

'' Uh ... yeah. Yes. '' I say. Warming to the idea.

He leads us to a raised weapons platform. Turns out there are no dressing rooms. The only mirrors are on these weapons platform. Basically small stages. With mirrors on the ceiling, I notice.

'' Lay down. '' He orders her, pointing to a embellish Bench. Rushing off.

When he comes back he has a shave kit. `` Spread your legs. ''

Nervously, but obediently, she does.

The old man stands between my mother obscenely spread wooden leg. He begins to spread suds with his skillful fingers. Mom moans at his intimate touch.

I can see the other shoppers watching the appearance. The ceiling mirror gives an especially erotic view.

Roger begins shaving my mother's pussy bald. She squeaks and moans as he works. Biting her brass knucks to stay quiet.

Finished, he pours a niggling water on her crotch. Then buffs her cunny with a material. Like you would to shine up a gold prize.

He motions at her newly bare cunt. Like he was selling a favored fruit. I nod my approval. Her twat expression even precious than before.

Then the old man leans in and Begin licking mom's snatch. She squeals and grabs his head in electrical shock. But quickly lies back and squeezes her big tits as he expertly eats her out.

She doesn't last long. Her body shaking as she has an orgasm there in the shop. Other frequenter watching.

After she has a poor rest, Roger pulls mom to her feet and hands her a wicker shopping basketball hoop.

He leads us through the racks. Picking out wearing apparel for her to try on. Mom completely nude. She can't stop caressing her newly smooth pubic area.

When the basket is full he takes us back to the stage and she starts trying on outfits.

She blushes as she puts on the showtime one. This is a more active part in displaying her nudeness. The world-class outfit was simply a E. B. White sheer gown, with black lacing underwear underneath. thoroughgoing with supporter and stockings.

"Spin around slowly. Let us pack a look."The Asian man orders her. Mom obediently obeys. My cock getting hard again at how sexy she looks.

"trade good. Now face the mirror. Bend over and take hold of your knees."Mom poses as ordered."Great, great. Now on your knees, hands behind your head."The submissive affectation causes her tits to jut out beautifully."effective now strip."

Soon she moves on to the residue of the basket. salad dressing and undressing for our pleasure. As well as the entertainment of anyone who wants to check. I set aside the clobber I like. Roger takes away the stuff I don't.

When she had gone through that handbasket we go and fill another. Then a tierce.

Finally we sit down in some big comfy chairs to go through my keep pile and make my final choice.

"You should order her to drive fear of that while you decide."The old man advises me as he heads back to his counter.

I smile."On your genu, bitch."I order her. Mom quickly kneels before me. She dutifully opens my gasp and takes out my stiff dick."Slowly."I instruct her.

She gently, lovingly starts kissing and licking my dick. I sort through the habiliment, paring the getup down to a final examination keep cumulus. My mother's head slowly bobbing in my lap.

Before I finish with the clothes I feel my orgasm coming. I grab her shadow red pilus and social club her,"Now swallow it all, whore."Then I cum. My mother quickly gobbling down all my jizz.

I make her put back on the slutty clothes she came in. Then we go to the sideboard to pay.

We walk out to the car with two big pocketbook of ‘ appropriate'dress for my mom.

"Doing good whore."I tell her when she is behind the steering wheel. I reach under her skimpy shirt and give her nipple each a squeeze. Then I give her commission to our succeeding destination.

——-

I think I saw when my parents marriage ceremony ended. I can't help but think of when I saw that SOB slap her as we drive.

I had been catching my mom more and more in the nude person. Since that night in the church. I didn't even have to try.

Her towel would accidentally drop. Or she would rush to the kitchen in the nude painting to get something from her purse.

I doubt she even knew she was doing it. I'm sure now part of her wanted to be caught. To be seen.

My peeping on her had found her masturbating on more than one affair. Something I'd never seen her do before.

I had found that mom left the adjoining doorway to the master bath open when she took a shower. If I snuck into her sleeping room and hid in dad ‘ s closet I could see all the way through to the cascade. Then have a great view as she got dressed.

That day I was watching from my usual spot. This time I had a limited treat. Mom had come home and said she was going to lease a shower bath and a short nap. I was able-bodied to pussyfoot in before she even got to her bedroom.

I watched as she stood before her self-love. Unbuttoning her ankle length wearing apparel. Slowly revealing more and Sir Thomas More of her plain with bra.

Then she shimmied out of her dress. The cloth dropping to the floor. Mom stood there only in her underclothing. I'd seen sexier online, but this was ripe in front of me. Her big round ass was turned mostly to me, but I had a good panorama of her chest in the mirror.

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Her big tits flopping out as she pulled it off. Then she quick, pulled down her panties. A slip show just for me.

She looked so cute turning this way and that. Checking her raw dead body out in the mirror. Lifting up her big knocker and squeezing her asscheeks.

Then she walked into the bathroom and started the shower. Stepping in when the urine got strong and closing the spyglass door that offered no seclusion.

I watch as she lathers soap all over her body. Her manpower caressing her white meat, rubbing her ass, exploring her crotch. Did her finger's breadth linger just a bit too long at her cunny ?

She pulled down the shower head to clean the soap off. Spraying all over her body. Then returning to her fork. I watched as she put one substructure up on the shower bench and placed a hand on the bulwark to stabilise herself. She moaned as the rain shower headway sprayed its H2O directly on her pussy.

She played in the shower like that for a couplet minutes. When she could pick out it no more she shut the water off. She didn't even hang the head back up as she rushed out.

She spread a brace towels on the bed. Then grabs something from her underwear draftsman.

She lifted it up to her neck, I couldn't see at initiatory.

A dog collar ! Mom was putting on a bemire dog collar !

She held the 3 in one hand and a vibrating dildo in her former as she walked to the bed. She hooked the leash on one of the bed posts and climbed up.

Mom got to her hands and human knee. Practically looking right at me. Her beautiful tits dangling down. She pulled back so the terzetto was tight, but not strangling her. As if soul held it.

She reached between her ramification with the vibrator. I couldn't see what she did, but I knew when it entered her. Mom's unscathed body shivered, and her face lit up.

She began to rock slightly as she fucked herself. Her boldness beginning to flush from the joy. She began to tremble as her climax approached

That's when dad walked in.

"What in the name of god are you doing ?"He blurted.

"Ted ! Oh no !"Mom tried to stand but was still chained to the bed. She simply flipped to her dorsum.

"Amanda ! You whore !"Dad yelled.

"No ! N ... no. I ... I thought you would wish it."She unhooked her leash from the bed and scooted to the edge.

Her center downcast, mom offered him the handle of the leash."I ... I'm your little slave girl. You can do whatever you wish to me."

She got beguile. Now she was laying it all on the line. Vulnerable. Offering her deepest desires to her husband.

He slapped her. Not like the parson. Not like I would later, out of ownership and love.

He slapped her with disgust. Then he simply walked out.

She fell on the bed crying.

Later when she had fallen asleep, I snuck back out.

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We pulled up to our next stop. A dirty looking strip plaza. There was an ‘ under five one dollar bill'lay in, a liquor memory board, a tattoo shop, and a mansion that simply read Bud's.

We head into Bud's I notice the windows are blacked out. Only local stripe flyers to break the sameness.

We step through the three-fold set of room access into the interior. A large saleroom of sex toys. The bulwark were covered in dildos, fake kitty, whips, chemical chain, just about anything you could opine. What wasn't on the walls were on the rows of shelves. Or on the counter near the door. Toward the end of the elbow room there was blank set aside for flooring models of sex swings, a bdsm pommel horse, and a stocks.

A fat, greasy man stood behind the counter. He gave me a grinning, and mom a sneer as we walked in.

Near the return another fat man was molesting a girl my age. He looked like a pudgy rat.

She was precious. With blond hair and nice pair of breasts under a gray-headed T-shirt. Like mom she was braless. I could tell because the fat man behind her had her shirt hiked up revealing one D-cup tit that he was groping.

As he drooled on her neck, his former hand was crammed down her grey stolon's shorts. I could see the move of his finger right at her privates.

For her part she seemed to be getting off from the ugly guy's aid.

There was also a fat woman stocking the shelves. Probably three hundred pound. With curtly blonde hair's-breadth. She wore a lace G-string that revealed her whole widely ass. An ass topped by a tramp-stamp. Two bare faerie held up a banner that said ‘ whore wife ’.

She also wore Edward Douglas White Jr. stockings, and a see through thermionic valve top that showcased her massive boob. G-cups probably.

"You Brian ?"The guy behind the riposte asks.

"Yeah, you're Bud ?"I answer.

"Yup. Go ahead ‘ n expression around."He tells me."Girl, adept diaphragm playin with Harold and facilitate a pay'n customer."

The teen pushes the rat-faced guy away and heads over to us.

"I'm Tammy. If you have any questions I'm glad to help."She motions to the penny-pinching bulwark of sex miniature.

We slowly realize our way around the room. tammy explaining how stuff is used. In lifelike contingent. Often with an anecdote about a customer using it on her.

Mom was scandalized by Tammy's stories.

We finish our spell around the room.

I turn to my mom."You will go break up out four plaything. Something to fit your whore needs."

She looks me in the optic. I can see that she knows this is her following test. Another footmark to her permanent wave position as mommy-whore. contribution of her knew all along that today was about training her to accept her proper place.

It feels like we look at each other for a piece, but it was probably just bit. She loses the trial run of wills and looks away first. Wandering off to pick something out.

Tammy rubs her hot body up against me. I happily put an arm around her and grab her cute ass as we watch my mom.

As everyone lookout man my mom. Rat-faced guy wiping bosh from his chin, as he rubs his fork.

Finally she comes back."I picked these out, sir."The deed sending excited frisson through my soundbox. She holds her hands out, with her fountainhead lowered.

She had a dog pinch and triad. The word adulteress engraved in the leather. There is a leather wrist cuffs, a leather paddle, and a set of anal beads.

"Very good."I tell her. She looks at me with a slight smile. I take the item and set them on the counter."Now, while we are here, why don't we try out that stocks."

She looks at the other people nervously. But follows obediently to the back of the workshop.

The fat woman is there waiting. She lifts the top half."Just determine yourself right in honey."She tells mom.

She hesitates then lowers her head and wrists onto the cutout hollow. The fat woman lowers the top and locks it in station trapping her. Mom's head and hands sticking through the wood. Leaving her completely vulnerable.

I sit on a lounge in front of her and slightly to the side of meat. heterosexual in straw man is a large mirror on the wall. Set so that the captive in the caudex can see whatever is being done to the tooshie of them.

Specifically she can see the greasy workshop owner stepping up behind her. His fat wife smiling at my mom.

"B ... Brian ? Please."Mom begs as tammy comes to sit following to me.

"Please what whore ?"I say frowning.

I can see the recognition on her cheek. Her oral sex fall as she says,"Please use your tart as you wish."

I grin as tammy slides a hand in my jeans.

Mom moans slightly as bud Northerner down her trunks. She obediently spreads her ramification as he reaches between her thighs. I see her flinch when his fingers grab her pussy.

"Mmm, Nice. Already wet. Your kick is really responsive."He says. Unbuckling his knickers and pulling his pecker out.

She grunts as he shoves his cock into her.

"Look up mother. I want you to watch him fucking you. I want you to see what a whore you are."I tell her. Tammy softly stroking my rock operose rooster.

She looks up, her trunk palpitation as the fat man thrusts into her. With a grin he reaches beneath her. His hands moving under her shirt to snaffle her dangling tits. She seems mesmerized by the sight in the mirror. The vision of her being fucked by a stranger.

tam-o'-shanter has pulled my dick out and now her font is in my lap. Sucking and licking my strong rod.

"May I ?"The big fat blond adult female asks. Motioning to mom.

"Be my guest."I tell her.

She smiles and pulls off her lash. Her fat pussy as bald as my mother's newly shaved slit. She pulls a little stool in front of the stocks. Then she steps up one pes on the ordure, the early on a small shelf jutting from the slope of the wooden contraption.

She grips the stocks above mom to steady herself. Then she thrusts her crotch in mom's human face."Start licking bitch."The blond orders.

Given the way the fat woman moans, mom must be dutifully pleasuring her with her tongue. Shoving it submissively into that fat cunt.

I grab and yank off tam's shirt. She gasps excitedly and bites her lip as I pull at her shorts.

I find her pussy is decent and shaved too, as her shorts move down her ramification.

tammy spreads her legs for me. I grin at her then lightly slap her pussy. She closes her eyes and moans as I punish her twat. Not rough, just enough to sting.

I smile when I hear mom crying out in orgasm."Unh ! Oh god ! screw ! I'm a whore ! I'm a mommy whore !"She cries. Then I can try her slurping the woman's fat cunt again.

I shove a match fingers up tammy's wet snatch to score sure she is gear up for me. Not that there was any real doubtfulness.

I pull the teen to the edge of the lounge, and drop my pants. She squeals happily as I thrust deep into her blind drunk piece of tail golf hole. I grab her neck, not squeezing just giving her a bit of air pressure. Then I slap her mammilla with my free hand as I thrust.

The blond girl grabs her own pilus and moans her pleasure loudly.

I can get wind Bud behind me. He grunts as he shoots a load of cum in my mom.

tam starts shivering as her own orgasm hits her. About the same prison term her big fat whore mother cums while my mom eats her out.

Looking over my shoulder joint while I fuck the blond teen, I see the big woman ill-use away. Cunt juice glistening all over my cyprian mother's side.

Bud steps in front of her with his balmy, slimed shaft.

"clean it up bitch."He tells her. She dutifully lap and sucks cum off his dick.

The rat-faced guy comes over."Hey bud ? It ok if I get a piece of music ?"

The big man movement to me."Ask him. She's his whore."

"Sure. bang yourself out."I say. I can see mom watching me as I fuck Tammy. I grin at her before turning back to the teen.

I hear a twin spanks as the vile man slaps ma ass. Then she moans as the obscene Harold fucks her. No doubt she is watching her own degrading sex. safe than any video recording on the internet.

I moan as I cum. My jizz filling tammy's cunt. When I pull out she drops to her articulatio genus and sucks me clean and jerk.

breathing heavily, I watch as mom is fucked by Harold. Her disgust for the man palpable on her face. But so was her rising orgasm. She grimaces as he squeezed her tits too hard. Still her aspect was growing blush.

"Oh ! Oh god !"She orgasms to the atrocious man's attentions. Panting as he continues fucking and abusing her. Slapping her round of drinks ass when he isn't pinching and tugging on her titty.

I walk up to the counter to pay for the play mom picked out. Adding a rubber scourger, and a blindfold to the mix. Tammy said it would sting without hurting too much.

I pay with the nude person stripling hanging off me her bridge player under my shirt caressing my nipple.

Bud grins at me as he rings me up."Satisfied customer ?"He asks.

I can hear my mother gasping at the end of the depot as she is fucked."Very."I grin back.

Soon we are back in the car. I let mom sit in the rider tush while I drove. She looked tire.

——-

I remember the divorce.

Mom couldn't find what she needed from dad. He went to stay with his brother when they split up. I was eighteen so there wasn't going to be any trouble about splitting me. But mom was going to get nearly nothing.

She had been masterbating every day. I was often able to catch.

One Saturday afternoon she had this feel on her grimace. Like a hungriness. She told me she was heading to church.

Taking a prospect, I hid in the back buttocks and waited for her to go in. She must throw sat in the church parking lot for ten minute of arc.

I snuck around outside until I found a window that looked in on where she was.

The parson's post.

She was sitting and talking to him. Probably about the divorce, I thought.

Then they both stood and he walked around his desk. He made her bend over. Her elbows on the concentrated wood desk.

When he lifted her wearing apparel there were no big, flower photographic print panties this fourth dimension. She had sexy red lace underwear. A smutty garter, with matching thigh high stockings.

The bony old man rubbed her big ass for a bit before grabbing his ruler. I could hear her yelps of pain sensation through the window as he spanked her with it.

The smell on her side was joy. glad than she had been since that day dad had caught her.

He pulled her dress all the way off, revealing her red lace semi-cup bra. Too humble to cover her nipples.

I could see he was talking. No doubt berating her as he pinched her little buds. Mom gasping at the painfulness. Me with my hand in my gasp in the bushes.

Slowly I jerked my cock as the subgenus Pastor abused my mom in the way she needed. Slapping her, pinching her, spanking her, and calling her names.

I jizzed my bloomers when he came on her grimace. Mom kneeling before him, licking up his cum.

After that she visited church a yoke times a week. She was so much happier.

Then pastor Chuck passed away.

Mom was devastated.

I did what I could to help her out of her blue funk, but it wasn't until we started looking to a situation to strike to that she got better. Throwing herself into the hunt.

And now ? Now her journey would be complete. She would be my mamma whore.

——-

When we got home I told mom to shoot another shower. Then I made a call.

shimmy was a kid from the vicinity. I'd met him when we were moving in. He was playing with a radio set dominance car in his driveway, and couldn't take his eyes off my mom. Sweaty in her clinging dress.

He was nerdy and pudgy. Fifteen and seemed like an ok dude. Horny of course.

"Yeah get a couple of your friends together. certain anytime."I told him, then I hung up.

When she was dry I made my whore put on a niggling dreary silk nighty. Her D-cup boob practically spilled out the top, and it didn't quite cover her ass. I also had her put on a play off blue thong.

I led her downstairs into a sustenance room full phase of the moon of teens.

—time at nursing home to explore her new intimate apparel

—-gang bang following day

There were seven boy. They had been told to be quiet or there would be no fun and games.

Mom looked at me."How ... how old are they ?"

"fifteen, sixteen."I shrug."Crawl to each of them and deplumate out their cocks and give their stripling dicks a kiss."I order her.

She looks mortified at the sinfulness of it. But she gets to her hands and stifle. Crawling to the good stripling as the boy laugh and cheer.

I grin as she opens the boy's trouser. Her flip-flop covered ass basically bare for our viewing pleasure.

"Oh yeah !"The boy says excitedly as my mom takes a long lick of his teen dick. She kisses the tip a few clip before moving to the next boy.

The second boy gets the same treatment. The third boy gives her ass a good swat as she crawls away from him. Causing her to yip ! in surprise. The male child laughing at her humiliation.

As she finishes kissing and licking hawkshaw, I grab a chair from the dining room. Along with her leather cuffs, and the blindfold.

"Ok, harlot. Take off your nighty."She pulls the silk cloth off, the son cheering."Now sit."I motion to the chairman.

When she does I gently pull her hands behind the vertebral column. Shackling them together.

"Brian."She says nervously.

'' Whores do n't ask why. They just spread their pegleg and charter it. '' I tell her, slipping the blindfold over her eyes."Alright son. Time to disturb some real titties."

The boys move in. Mom shakes her head back and forth, but can't see anything. The boys reaching out and squeezing her big white meat.

She starts to groan at their touch sensation. Obviously turned on at the attention.

"Go ahead and aid her with her panties."I tell them.

The boys joyfully yank her G-string off as she gasps. She spreads her whore legs without being asked, I notice.

"How's your starting time real pussy, boys ?"I ask them. To a beat of ‘ big ! Awsome !'My mother looks flushed in her excitement. These boys can do anything they want to her. She has no say in the topic.

"Go ahead and touch her like you want to touch all those young lady at schooling that won't let you."I tell them. Subtly implying they can get a niggling rough with her.

She gasps as their teen fingers grope her. Squeezing and pinching her big tit. One boy tower on her dark red hair. soul reaches under her to squeeze her ass.

She squirms as unfamiliar finger's breadth toy with her pussy. They rub her snatch. Pinch and tug at her purulent sass. Finally slip sticks a finger in her wet cunt."Dude ! I'm digit banging a adulteress !"He says excitedly.

"Uunh ! Not so rough."Mom says.

"Sometimes you got ta slap a whore to remind her of her place."I instruct.

With the tacit permission, teddy bear gives my mom an open hired man slap on her lentiginose cheek."Shut up, slut !"He tells her excitedly.

"Stick the fingers you were fucking her with in her mouth. She will go down on on them. She will savor her own pussy."I tell them.

shift does so. Another boy sticking his fingers in her twat. Mom sucks the teen's digit obediently.

The son take turn of events feeding her kitty-cat juice. Everyone jamming their digits into her wet cunt and then her backtalk.

Finally I help the boys pull her off the chairperson. We make her kneel in forepart of the couch. Her blazonry still behind her rachis.

I let teddy go first. Joyfully he rams his dick in my mom's pussy. Her face pushed into the lounge cushion as he fucks her.

He doesn't stopping point long. Filling her with his slimy jizz. He is quickly replaced by the next adolescent.

"That was awesome."He tells me.

I smile."well glad you enjoyed yourself."

Mom has an orgasm on the third base cock."Unh ! Unh ! Oh god ! Oooh ! Yes ! fucking your slut ! Fuck my filthy pussy !"The boys all laughing at her.

"Hey I'm getting hard again."Teddy mentions as we watch the survive son turn.

I check the prison term."I got a niggling over an hour. Go to town."I tell him."If you sit in battlefront of her she'll suck you like a professional."

I head upstairs as Teddy sits and pulls mom's face into his lap.

I take a long shower and rest for a bit. I can find out mom groan and squeal as the son abuse her downstairs. Then checking the clock time, I head back down.

There were only three son left. Teddy, a fat kid, and an Asian. They had worked mom over without my supervision.

She was on her back on the storey. Covered in sweat and cum. Her pussy was gaping, jizz leaking out. Her tits were shiny red from slapping. As was her snatch, and presumably her ass.

She looked played out.

As I came in Teddy was standing over her. Cum drizzling from his dick onto her fount.

"This was peachy man thanks."He says.

"Yeah, But I have stuff to do."I tell them.

They quickly get dressed."Sure, sure as shooting. Hey if you ever want to political party like this again collapse me a call."

I follow them to the door, then tour and look at my mom. Not matronly now.

Now she was just gutter scum.

My sewer trash, and I loved her.

I took her upstairs and helped her into the shower. Washing the male child'filth off her. Then I lay her on the bed and massaged her spinal column for a spell.

We slept in the nude painting with her snuggled up to me.

——-

The next day was Monday, but mom had taken the workweek off to get the new house in order.

I marveled as she sat up and stretched.

"How do you palpate ?"I ask her. A little concerned.

"Like a wellspring used whore."She smiles at me."No gangbangs for a few days ? Please ?"She asks moving to stroke my dawning woods.

"Sure mom."I smile back as she starts to suck my gumshoe.

After she has swallowed my incumbrance she puts on a sheer craw top shirt. With no bra. A shortstop skirt and a silk thong.

"How do I look ?"She asks me doing a lightheaded lilliputian twirl.

"You look great mom."I tell her.

She leans in and kiss me."Great. I want to make you so happy."She flips the back of her wench up, showing off her big round ass as she steps out of the way. Causing my gumshoe to squeeze."I'll scratch breakfast. Come down when you are gear up, sir."

My dick twitching again at the ‘ sir ’.

We eat orchis and bacon.

"I've got form, but be fix to go out when I get back."I tell her.

"Is this set aside to go out ?"

"best put on a bra. Don't want you arrested today."

She moves up to me, giving me a very un-motherly candy kiss. Our natural language entwining as she slips a hand in my pants. Tugging me to hardness before twirling away.

"Have a good day."She says sweetly.

My course of instruction were fine, but all I could call up of was my mom's confection submissive ass.

She had cleaned up some. Though there were still a few moving corner to put away.

She had put on a red lace bra under her sheer shirt.

After a passionate kiss I say,"quick to go out ?"

She nods happily.

We eat at a strand restaurant. The waiter has trouble taking our rescript, due to his ogling mom's tits.

Then we head back to the Saame strip plaza from yesterday. Mom looks at me surprised, but doesn't say anything.

I park in front of the tattoo shop.

"It's metre for you to fully accept your status as my slave."I tell her. She nods silently."Do you accept your place as my whore ?"

"Yes Brian. I am completely your whore."

I smile at her and we get out of the car.

The creative person we had an appointment with is a seraphic, pierced fair sex.

I have mom landing strip completely, and she lays on the mesa.

Over the next couple hours she is given a trampstamp to my stipulation.

Taking stirring from yesterday. Mom's tattoo is a pair of nearly nude slavegirls holding a banner between them.

It says ‘ Whore female parent'.